Independence, here I come.
Throwing myself out there.
So busy, so productive all the time.
Maybe if I smile big enough my troubles will disappear completely.
I feel like a machine and I'm glad of it too.
I don't want to think of you
so here's my plan: I'm sticking you in this tiny tiny box and putting it away on the top shelf for storage.
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1 comment:
i like your prose, very poetic
i think this is a good thing for you
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