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And I mean flushed in the non-bathroom sort of way Weighing my pockets with stones of longing |
I tend to think of life in terms of a silent movie: one in which I am never silent when I ought to be, and whose music does not match the scene, except on those few occasions when it is heart-breakingly, tragically apt. I am growing tired of 12 hour work days.
Especially when those days are Saturday and Sunday. at 11:32 p.m.
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