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[icameonmychair]

I don't want to write love poems anymore
Or poems about dying old men
And dogs
Or the idea of people flying away

But I'm sitting in my yellow room watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
And quietly these people I have been are walking through the door
They remind me of people I thought I would have been
Instead of this
I am obviously unsatisfied
and sad
really fucking sad

I want fucked