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I stand in the middle of my room Trying to grasp how I am making known my existence Because really What else am I doing? But my own days They're just a continual mess of things That never have any intention of being put straight So I stand here Making strange noises On a Sunday evening Not out of anger Or toleration Or objection Or joy But just so I can mark my place in time Until the next thing happens
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Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 11:30 PM UTC
Life Is So Strange To Me
I stand in the middle of my room Trying to grasp how I am making known my existence Because really What else am I doing? But my own days They're just a continual mess of things That never have any intention of being put straight So I stand here Making strange noises On a Sunday evening Not out of anger Or toleration Or objection Or joy But just so I can mark my place in time Until the next thing happens
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Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 11:30 PM UTC
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