i guess, maybe, just-
our time is up.
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i don’t think that you could ever understand.
Posted on February 6, 2008 by Deena
if i told you
this is what i was thinking
that waking is a task alone
and maybe
i just would rather
not
they would practice speeches
attempt to let me unlearn what i have learnt;
the truth
indisputably
no therapy can change about this,
this
this
this
me
anomalism
malformation
expendable.
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