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Terminally unfulfilled.
I'll never be happy with one single title.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
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Vibrating on glass
Here I am, and plastic buds
Butcher my old loves
And it starts falling out of me
Like sand
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Oliver Stuart
Now when I say 'the other day' it could in fact mean any time in the past 18 years. Get off my lawn, you damn kids.
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