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naturally, after we leave, everything seems to get better. not that we took it for granted no, really, we didn't. we were:             test subjects                      guinea pigs                             a band of misfits searching for the positive yet somehow remaining apathetic. I somehow expected you to be like us a little less caring a little less bothered that's what I expected, not this.. subdued insecurity manifested in your eyes they keep darting around looking for answers in a scallop or in the bottom of a coffee cup silence where you should be laughing sits hanging heavily on your shoulders, making your natural slouch even worse         ...I wonder if you noticed that your eyes are getting bluer we learned once in english class that films use blue to represent anxiety that the churning sea is symbolic of a churning mind we never learned that you can spot that in a man so lost in his worry that he can't see         ...his eyes are getting bluer.
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Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 3:09 AM UTC
murphy's law
naturally, after we leave, everything seems to get better. not that we took it for granted no, really, we didn't. we were:             test subjects                      guinea pigs                             a band of misfits searching for the positive yet somehow remaining apathetic. I somehow expected you to be like us a little less caring a little less bothered that's what I expected, not this.. subdued insecurity manifested in your eyes they keep darting around looking for answers in a scallop or in the bottom of a coffee cup silence where you should be laughing sits hanging heavily on your shoulders, making your natural slouch even worse         ...I wonder if you noticed that your eyes are getting bluer we learned once in english class that films use blue to represent anxiety that the churning sea is symbolic of a churning mind we never learned that you can spot that in a man so lost in his worry that he can't see         ...his eyes are getting bluer.
eliza-jane
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Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 3:09 AM UTC
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