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Today, i found myself outside of the Drugstore. Even the name has a dark connotation, Like most things, If you really think about it. A store for drugs. Now yet another thing that is made For serious purposes Is romanticized By todays society. I wasnt there to buy Candy Or makeup Or toiletries Like i probably shouldve been. I was there for one thing, And one thing only. I headed into the stationary and Household tools section, Hoping to find the tiny bit of relief Hanging off a shelf, With my name carved into The glinting metal, Not unlike what i would be using it for. But instead, All i found were Paperclips And thumbtacks And safety pins. But i had hoped to escalade from that, These innocent desk drawer tools. I didnt pick them up. Did i want to? Yes. Do i have to? Im not sure. But i didnt. And thats good enough for me.
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Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 11:40 PM UTC
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Today, i found myself outside of the Drugstore. Even the name has a dark connotation, Like most things, If you really think about it. A store for drugs. Now yet another thing that is made For serious purposes Is romanticized By todays society. I wasnt there to buy Candy Or makeup Or toiletries Like i probably shouldve been. I was there for one thing, And one thing only. I headed into the stationary and Household tools section, Hoping to find the tiny bit of relief Hanging off a shelf, With my name carved into The glinting metal, Not unlike what i would be using it for. But instead, All i found were Paperclips And thumbtacks And safety pins. But i had hoped to escalade from that, These innocent desk drawer tools. I didnt pick them up. Did i want to? Yes. Do i have to? Im not sure. But i didnt. And thats good enough for me.
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Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 11:40 PM UTC
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