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Some nights I play music in my bedroom full of mirrors and talk to myself. I have the same conversation each time. Like, if I hear all the different versions I might be able to piece myself together. But somehow the dialogue is always new. And every time the cut is in a different place. Tallying up the score I'm winning. I see symmetry in my face, but not in my values. I find the parallels on the palms of my hands, but not my interests. I see the lines running up my thigh in a neat little column but that's not how life is. These conversations did help me find out one thing though; I ******* hate mirrors.
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Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 10:10 AM UTC
Tuesday Nights
Some nights I play music in my bedroom full of mirrors and talk to myself. I have the same conversation each time. Like, if I hear all the different versions I might be able to piece myself together. But somehow the dialogue is always new. And every time the cut is in a different place. Tallying up the score I'm winning. I see symmetry in my face, but not in my values. I find the parallels on the palms of my hands, but not my interests. I see the lines running up my thigh in a neat little column but that's not how life is. These conversations did help me find out one thing though; I ******* hate mirrors.
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Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 10:10 AM UTC
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