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Let's talk about things that slither. Let's talk about ideas that make you cringe and break down the middle, a broken vessel that's not quite broken. Just a little chipped. Kind of like your personality. Stark and shiny, and unable to contain. But you surprised me with your brokenness. I looked at you and saw your depth. I didn't know that everything was pouring out the bottom. So come, let us try to converse. I know already that your depth is a lie, and I will hold myself back from trying to fill you. After all, I only have so much time. But wouldn't I rather waste it on you? Maybe. Maybe I'm silly to pass up this opportunity. Or maybe you should read this. You can go and examine your chips, and I'll stay here and examine my cracks, and we can reconvene in an hour. You'll probably have forgotten by then. My words will probably leave no mark on your shock proof reflective surface. But... Well, there goes the rest of me. I'll sit here, waving goodbye from my wicker rocking chair. Don't mind me. I'm just hoping for a second chance.
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Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 4:46 PM UTC
Second Chances, Completed
Let's talk about things that slither. Let's talk about ideas that make you cringe and break down the middle, a broken vessel that's not quite broken. Just a little chipped. Kind of like your personality. Stark and shiny, and unable to contain. But you surprised me with your brokenness. I looked at you and saw your depth. I didn't know that everything was pouring out the bottom. So come, let us try to converse. I know already that your depth is a lie, and I will hold myself back from trying to fill you. After all, I only have so much time. But wouldn't I rather waste it on you? Maybe. Maybe I'm silly to pass up this opportunity. Or maybe you should read this. You can go and examine your chips, and I'll stay here and examine my cracks, and we can reconvene in an hour. You'll probably have forgotten by then. My words will probably leave no mark on your shock proof reflective surface. But... Well, there goes the rest of me. I'll sit here, waving goodbye from my wicker rocking chair. Don't mind me. I'm just hoping for a second chance.
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casey-lederman
Israeli
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 4:46 PM UTC
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