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i'm going to spill over one day and i won't be able to stop it it'll all come pouring out down to the very last drop forming a pool of pent up emotions surrounding us and soaking our sneakers and as soon as the last drop falls i'll freak out and run for paper towels but it won't be enough because it all poured out and you soaked it in and that'll be it i'll be          e                  m           p                                            t                                                             y. And i'll never know until it happens whether you'll fill me back up or walk away from the mess part of me wants to know which and the other part of me doesn't want to be left empty.
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Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 1:01 AM UTC
wet paper towels
i'm going to spill over one day and i won't be able to stop it it'll all come pouring out down to the very last drop forming a pool of pent up emotions surrounding us and soaking our sneakers and as soon as the last drop falls i'll freak out and run for paper towels but it won't be enough because it all poured out and you soaked it in and that'll be it i'll be          e                  m           p                                            t                                                             y. And i'll never know until it happens whether you'll fill me back up or walk away from the mess part of me wants to know which and the other part of me doesn't want to be left empty.
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Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 1:01 AM UTC
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