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Filling me up with thoughts That don't mean too much Of anything is just a pastime Of yours, and honestly I'm a little Bored of this sad charade. I'd like to feel something On my very, very own Just for once, to see if maybe I'm not such an android I want to see my own Soul laid bare for another Human, and maybe theirs Splayed out like wet clothes On a string blowing in the Soft summer breeze for Only me to see.
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Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
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Filling me up with thoughts That don't mean too much Of anything is just a pastime Of yours, and honestly I'm a little Bored of this sad charade. I'd like to feel something On my very, very own Just for once, to see if maybe I'm not such an android I want to see my own Soul laid bare for another Human, and maybe theirs Splayed out like wet clothes On a string blowing in the Soft summer breeze for Only me to see.
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Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
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