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I hate to deviate from the plan at hand, but in all my luck i'm drunk and at home again. I've devised charts and graphs to avoid such events; however my equations never involved you, so they're flawed at best.

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i want it back. i need to have it back.

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It's sorta like the feeling you get when you look around and see:
-piles and piles of filthy clothes
-two fully filled ashtrays
-several half-drank coffee cups
-glass cleaner / febreeze
-half-finished work
-mostly uncrossed to-do lists
-every inch of your desk filled
and you think, yeah, i'm fucking glad there's nobody around to fuck this up.

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Remember us for our exaggerations, not our reality!

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MY FIRST REGRET WAS WAKING UP THAT MORNING FEELING LIKE A MILLION BUCKS. MY SECOND REGRET WAS ANSWERING YOUR PHONE CALL. MY THIRD REGRET WAS THAT YOU DIDN'T HEAR THE LAST TWO WORDS I YELLED AT YOU ON THE PHONE. MY FOURTH REGRET WAS NOT REALIZING UNTIL MIDNIGHT THAT IT WOULDN'T HAVE MADE A DIFFERENCE. MY LAST REGRET IS THAT I STILL HAVE HOPE.

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should i still wash my sheets every four weeks even if it's a bed in which no woman ever sleeps or i should i second guess shaving three times a week because shaving costs money and i can barely afford to eat and should i cut my hair short and be proud of my family's forehead and practice smiling in mirrors every spare glance i get and probably...

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I COULD STOP IF I WANTED TO.

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35 at 22.

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I DON'T CARE THAT YOU CARE THAT I DON'T CARE.

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The sky was raging, the boy disappeared,
I fell on my knee
Atmosphere broke up, the boy reappeared.
I cried, “Take me please!”

Ice, it was shining.
I could feel my heart, it was melting.
I tore off my clothes, I danced on my shoes.
I ripped my skin open and then I broke through.
I cried, “Break it up, oh, now I understand.
Break it up, and I want to go.
Break it up, oh please take me with you.
Break it up, I can feel it breaking,
I can feel it breaking, I can feel it breaking,
I can feel, I can feel, I can feel, I can feel.”

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WAYS OUR BODIES BETRAY US:

EVEN WITH EYES CLOSED, WE FIND OURSELVES LOOKING FOR SOMETHING.

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TAKE A CHANCE.
LAST CHANCE.
NO MORE CHANCES.

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"you weren't supposed to hear that."

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DO WHATEVER YOU WANT AS LONG AS NOBODY GETS HURT.

AS LONG AS BOTH PARTIES AGREE, DO IT, WHATEVER.

WHATEVER FEELS RIGHT, AS LONG AS YOU BOTH WANT TO DO IT AND NOBODY GETS HURT, THERE'S NO REASON NOT TO.

AS LONG AS THERE'S MUTUAL AGREEMENT AND THE RIGHT FEELING, NO MATTER WHO OR WHAT.

WHATEVER FEELS RIGHT.

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nothing ever didn't happen

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• YOU
• WERE
• NEVER
• WORTH
• THE
• TROUBLE
  

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you almost got away with it.