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You wake up and you're a little bit tired but you're a lot angry and you pour your coffee black even though you hate it because you need something to taste as bitter as your clenched fists feel and you can't quite figure out what it is what's making your fingers twitch like the trigger of a gun what's making your eyebrows knit themselves together like a wall between your face and the rest of the world and then you describe your eyebrows like a wall between yourself and the rest of the world and you giggle and you remember that the world isn't all that bad just look at the children who hold puppies like snowflakes falling or the biker gangs who surround a little girl to drive off her attacker or the art or the music or the food just look at the food and you pour out your black coffee because you never liked your coffee black anyway and tomorrow you plan to wake up different wake up happy
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 12:18 AM UTC
good morning
You wake up and you're a little bit tired but you're a lot angry and you pour your coffee black even though you hate it because you need something to taste as bitter as your clenched fists feel and you can't quite figure out what it is what's making your fingers twitch like the trigger of a gun what's making your eyebrows knit themselves together like a wall between your face and the rest of the world and then you describe your eyebrows like a wall between yourself and the rest of the world and you giggle and you remember that the world isn't all that bad just look at the children who hold puppies like snowflakes falling or the biker gangs who surround a little girl to drive off her attacker or the art or the music or the food just look at the food and you pour out your black coffee because you never liked your coffee black anyway and tomorrow you plan to wake up different wake up happy
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 12:18 AM UTC
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