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he who laughs last is probably a dumbass fuck
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9577
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The rain hammers the windows, an unorthodox pattern on a sad Sunday morning.
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8195
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7143
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The despair that comes and goes is here again
I saw a woman who was holding herself
As she walked past, as if a fire were about to
Lunge out of her parts
She was in such great need of being held
The despair that comes and goes is here again
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7333
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This is not her death. This is absent-minded omniscience. This is impossible. And then again, the inside-out, implosion. And the hall was clogged with bodies; none of them hers, but who could be sure?
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7242
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Drugs, after all, once in the system, demanded unfalteringly more drugs.
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9022
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5832
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I'm hoping, I'm reaching,
I'm scratching the sky...
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6032
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