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Tick-tock On the clock What's the time? If you like Piña Colodas And getting drunk in the rain If you're not into yoga If you have half a brain If you like making love at midnight How does the rest go? This is silly Get me out of here Get me out of here Out of here What else? Now what? I dunno I'm just rereading what I've already written I'm cold That's better If you like making love at midnight Tapioca Wham bam thank you ma'am I wonder if anyone ever reads this far I wouldn't I get bored too easily Most of these thoughts start with I Which is sort of narcissistic, isn't it? Self-centered But it's my own mind, and I would rather say I than you Because you makes me feel like I'm someone else looking in You make me feel like I'm someone else I miss you We haven't talked in a long time And I know it's my fault And I know you miss me too But every now and then it hits me Like you were always supposed to be my person Even that is silly I don't know why I ever thought something like that And now I'm writing about you I wonder if you would like that Or if you'd write it off and look at me with those eyes The thought scares me I loved you I really do think you were the first one I mean, it's not like there weren't people before you But no one ever made me feel like this for this long I normally show no remorse It's an awful habit I miss you I miss you a lot I'm tired And kind of cold still Whatever This is so weird It's like I can't even form thoughts normally because I'm writing, or, I guess, typing them down So I guess if I post this it'll be as vulnerable as it gets, huh? I mean, no one else can dictate what I say in my mind And it's up to me to use my thoughts carefully I don't know I mean, what's the harm, really?
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Jan 18
Jan 18, 2026 at 10:57 PM UTC
Stream of Consciousness
Tick-tock On the clock What's the time? If you like Piña Colodas And getting drunk in the rain If you're not into yoga If you have half a brain If you like making love at midnight How does the rest go? This is silly Get me out of here Get me out of here Out of here What else? Now what? I dunno I'm just rereading what I've already written I'm cold That's better If you like making love at midnight Tapioca Wham bam thank you ma'am I wonder if anyone ever reads this far I wouldn't I get bored too easily Most of these thoughts start with I Which is sort of narcissistic, isn't it? Self-centered But it's my own mind, and I would rather say I than you Because you makes me feel like I'm someone else looking in You make me feel like I'm someone else I miss you We haven't talked in a long time And I know it's my fault And I know you miss me too But every now and then it hits me Like you were always supposed to be my person Even that is silly I don't know why I ever thought something like that And now I'm writing about you I wonder if you would like that Or if you'd write it off and look at me with those eyes The thought scares me I loved you I really do think you were the first one I mean, it's not like there weren't people before you But no one ever made me feel like this for this long I normally show no remorse It's an awful habit I miss you I miss you a lot I'm tired And kind of cold still Whatever This is so weird It's like I can't even form thoughts normally because I'm writing, or, I guess, typing them down So I guess if I post this it'll be as vulnerable as it gets, huh? I mean, no one else can dictate what I say in my mind And it's up to me to use my thoughts carefully I don't know I mean, what's the harm, really?
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17/A Yellow Wood
Jan 18
Jan 18, 2026 at 10:57 PM UTC
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