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the hairdresser used the wrong dye        your boyfriend dumped you for a guy all you have left is shattered dreams       camera flash blinds you with its beams missionaries bring word of an impending doom     your dog snuck in and broke your fave perfume trying to grow your hair but you have split ends         the guy you've been eyeing wants to be just friends your favorite jeans ripped and you don't have spares         you would ask for a friend's but nobody cares you're late to work and you don't know why       you got scouted to model but you were suddenly too shy you failed the pop quiz that everybody aced       you got mistaken for a celebrity and brutally chased you dropped your wallet jogging around       you found it empty a week later in the lost and found you forgot not to and picked a scab        your favorite uncle's stuck in rehab your grandmother mistook you for her son       in reality you're female, and nowhere near fifty-one you're a penny short but the cashier won't budge      your mother is still holding that 10-year grudge what can you do, what can you say? when all you have is first world problems, today.
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Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 2:50 PM UTC
first world problems
the hairdresser used the wrong dye        your boyfriend dumped you for a guy all you have left is shattered dreams       camera flash blinds you with its beams missionaries bring word of an impending doom     your dog snuck in and broke your fave perfume trying to grow your hair but you have split ends         the guy you've been eyeing wants to be just friends your favorite jeans ripped and you don't have spares         you would ask for a friend's but nobody cares you're late to work and you don't know why       you got scouted to model but you were suddenly too shy you failed the pop quiz that everybody aced       you got mistaken for a celebrity and brutally chased you dropped your wallet jogging around       you found it empty a week later in the lost and found you forgot not to and picked a scab        your favorite uncle's stuck in rehab your grandmother mistook you for her son       in reality you're female, and nowhere near fifty-one you're a penny short but the cashier won't budge      your mother is still holding that 10-year grudge what can you do, what can you say? when all you have is first world problems, today.
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Jordanian
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 2:50 PM UTC
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