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I did not cry at my grandmother's funeral. I cried over a cartoon I watched last week. The news of a car accident on the tv does not weigh down on my chest. My heart aches over books. I did not cry at my grandmother's funeral. I teared up while talking to my friend about my homework. I don't find humor in movies I've already seen before. I laugh at poorly worded puns and clumsy mistakes. I did not cry at my grandmother's funeral. My heart was broken by the ending of a movie I bought on a whim. I can't feel the emotion in lyrics or relate to them at all. The sound of a cello can shorten my breath. I did not cry at my grandmother's funeral. When I had a bad audition I cried to my dad in the car. My happiness does not lie in laughter or jokes, But in dancing in my basement or in my kitchen when nobody's home. I did not cry at my grandmother's funeral. I was ruined by a song I heard for the first time at 3 am on a Tuesday. I feel freedom not in staying out too late or defying my parents, But rather looking at pictures of places I'll go someday. I did not cry at my grandmother's funeral.
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Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 11:01 PM UTC
Pendulum
I did not cry at my grandmother's funeral. I cried over a cartoon I watched last week. The news of a car accident on the tv does not weigh down on my chest. My heart aches over books. I did not cry at my grandmother's funeral. I teared up while talking to my friend about my homework. I don't find humor in movies I've already seen before. I laugh at poorly worded puns and clumsy mistakes. I did not cry at my grandmother's funeral. My heart was broken by the ending of a movie I bought on a whim. I can't feel the emotion in lyrics or relate to them at all. The sound of a cello can shorten my breath. I did not cry at my grandmother's funeral. When I had a bad audition I cried to my dad in the car. My happiness does not lie in laughter or jokes, But in dancing in my basement or in my kitchen when nobody's home. I did not cry at my grandmother's funeral. I was ruined by a song I heard for the first time at 3 am on a Tuesday. I feel freedom not in staying out too late or defying my parents, But rather looking at pictures of places I'll go someday. I did not cry at my grandmother's funeral.
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Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 11:01 PM UTC
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