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you may have decided a while ago - while sitting at home on a friday night starring at your smoke-stained ceiling - that you're just another bundle of bones and that you'll just carry on disappointing people until the day the death does you well- because nobody cares anyway. but i'm sitting here listening to your fake nervous laughter as if it were a symphony and i couldn't care more.
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Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 5:04 PM UTC
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you may have decided a while ago - while sitting at home on a friday night starring at your smoke-stained ceiling - that you're just another bundle of bones and that you'll just carry on disappointing people until the day the death does you well- because nobody cares anyway. but i'm sitting here listening to your fake nervous laughter as if it were a symphony and i couldn't care more.
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Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 5:04 PM UTC
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