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The Vanity of Teenage Poetry
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Homesick As An Astronaut
Life just doesn't make too much sense to me. Or it makes too much sense that I don't understand it.
Either way, I'm sick of all the stories glamorizing the one that got away.
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