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The ocean sucks.

Prescribed feels.

I will never have cool scars but I can lie about the ones I have and that's alright, I guess.

8:52PM 1/29/13

12/29/12

erm

I don't think domino masks make you any more mysterious, but you tried. The former sentence is irrelevant to this poem.

What am I but careless? Living for the present but stuck retracing past lines, erased.

What am I but a pile of dreams cut short? Stars without luster.

Leaves and stuff.