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I'll remember to eat optimism in the morning, So that way I can **** excellence by evening. Maybe one day I'll be as lucky As the dinosaur bones Found under the ground. Instead my words will decay And rot away Like our atmosphere. I pitty those in charge, who ****** thousands of humans For fossil fuels. And currently, I am happy. Because i've already felt everything else. My face wears no smile, My eyes don't tell a story. I have a heart that beats and finger nails that grow. It seems to be working out just fine, And to be honest--                                   I think it always has.
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Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 10:48 PM UTC
The Beauty In Excrement
I'll remember to eat optimism in the morning, So that way I can **** excellence by evening. Maybe one day I'll be as lucky As the dinosaur bones Found under the ground. Instead my words will decay And rot away Like our atmosphere. I pitty those in charge, who ****** thousands of humans For fossil fuels. And currently, I am happy. Because i've already felt everything else. My face wears no smile, My eyes don't tell a story. I have a heart that beats and finger nails that grow. It seems to be working out just fine, And to be honest--                                   I think it always has.
kirsten-autra
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Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 10:48 PM UTC
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