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most of the world doesn't make sense to me like the way strangers with cozy eyes and half smiles often keep nice words to themselves or the way the flowers i pick and put in pretty vases on display die so quickly or how my cuts and scrapes from small mistakes take so long to heal
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Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 4:14 AM UTC
the little things
most of the world doesn't make sense to me like the way strangers with cozy eyes and half smiles often keep nice words to themselves or the way the flowers i pick and put in pretty vases on display die so quickly or how my cuts and scrapes from small mistakes take so long to heal
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Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 4:14 AM UTC
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