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i thought that, maybe, i might have something to say; that's why i wrote this...
if ever there was someone who had something to say; it wasn't someone who had a lot to say it was a someone who never said anything at all never thought that there may be a moment where it mattered left that thought at the doormat of her mind escaped into the mundane world of relapsing boredom of beige carpet and white walls sea foam green fabric covers the people, the beds, the windows a pleasing manner a mind that's pleasing does it matter? no, i didn't think so
3:50 AM
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