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Rated: Fiction T - English - Chapters: 41 - Words: 11,936 - Reviews: 53 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 01-28-13 - Published: 11-05-11 - id: 2967775
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Is there such a thing as growing up or are we just getting old? I don't want the answers anymore.
January 28, 2013
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Mind amalgamation.
I get angry sometimes and
then I think it's such a nice
difference from being so
fucking jaded all the time.
.
I get so common some days
and have to ask myself where
all their bullshit started to seep in.
.
Have I become something else?
Am I so clear, so lucid now?
They must have ironed me out and
sliced off all the wrinkles they didn't like
and I must have let them.
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Things are sometimes uglier
seen through clean eyes.
And sometimes they're better
when your pupils are smudged with
dirt and sand
and the grit
gets in your brain.
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