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everyone's always walking around with their own Big Sad (and we're so young) and everyone's Sad is bigger than everyone else's: she's got her Blood Sad and she's got her Sister Sad and he's got his Drunk Sad and they're all tangled up in their own so much they don't even have Sad Eyes for each other, anymore. i'm still tangled in you-- but just down by my ankles-- stepping on Sad, that little resilient ant hiding in the treads in my shoes to survive. that"s my own personal Sad, and he's not Big, just Powerful: i don't think i could lift even my own weight, anymore
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Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 8:55 PM UTC
big sad
everyone's always walking around with their own Big Sad (and we're so young) and everyone's Sad is bigger than everyone else's: she's got her Blood Sad and she's got her Sister Sad and he's got his Drunk Sad and they're all tangled up in their own so much they don't even have Sad Eyes for each other, anymore. i'm still tangled in you-- but just down by my ankles-- stepping on Sad, that little resilient ant hiding in the treads in my shoes to survive. that"s my own personal Sad, and he's not Big, just Powerful: i don't think i could lift even my own weight, anymore
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Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 8:55 PM UTC
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