Here is my life which exists on paper. A new day, an old page. Enjoy.
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3 comments:
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she licks her unwashed fingers.
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she puts her saliva on each page.
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she constantly glances up.
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she really isn't reading.
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she has a pile of books besides her.
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she waiting for someone to notice her.
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she states blankly at the floor.
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she is misunderstood.
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she misunderstands.
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she sees a friendly face.
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she pries a tired smile.
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she wants to be alone.
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she wants her mind to stop.
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she's sick of all her thoughts.
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she counted all the lines.
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what happened to the other one?
what other one?
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