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born in a world that has its back turned to you and is paying attention to people and things you see no worth in. so you shake your *** and do all sorts of things you can so you can get his overestimated interest: you crawl the wall you moan and cry and whimper you sing and dance you write about your misery you tell it how bad you feel but it only takes a few swift glances at you for you to realise that it is needed way more to get its attention than you are willing to give. so you take a hike light up a cigarette and sit wherever you want to allowing the world’s shit-stained eyes to behold the unimportance you take for others’ thoughts.
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Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC
duncarin
born in a world that has its back turned to you and is paying attention to people and things you see no worth in. so you shake your *** and do all sorts of things you can so you can get his overestimated interest: you crawl the wall you moan and cry and whimper you sing and dance you write about your misery you tell it how bad you feel but it only takes a few swift glances at you for you to realise that it is needed way more to get its attention than you are willing to give. so you take a hike light up a cigarette and sit wherever you want to allowing the world’s shit-stained eyes to behold the unimportance you take for others’ thoughts.
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Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC
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