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I feel as though I dropped my feelings on the ground

Like a vase

Possibly full of very small, elusive beans

And now the pieces are everywhere!

I'll probably never be able to pick them up

Not in a million years of living

And I'm too lazy to even try

So i Just sit and sigh repeatedly on the floor tiles

That may or may not be Spanish

Depending on the time of day

The only thing I want is to see my white blood cells darting back and forth

When i stare into the sky

This is probably why I don't have any friends.

Oh well.

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