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I told my 2 cents to the washing machine. It cleaned all my money, but stole my self-esteem. I gave all my change to a nun on the street, not for my soul, but to hide my deceit. I collected cans of beers and sodas with caffeine, hoping I would at least one thing to redeem. I walked into a room of mirrors, and locked some mirrors inside of me. And now I see just what was lost to that **** laundry machine.
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Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 9:58 PM UTC
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I told my 2 cents to the washing machine. It cleaned all my money, but stole my self-esteem. I gave all my change to a nun on the street, not for my soul, but to hide my deceit. I collected cans of beers and sodas with caffeine, hoping I would at least one thing to redeem. I walked into a room of mirrors, and locked some mirrors inside of me. And now I see just what was lost to that **** laundry machine.
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Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 9:58 PM UTC
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