Sunder (failedevice) wrote,

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the vanity of discomposure

dressed for success counting pennies for cigarettes. I swim in my madness in my best pair of pants. I've drawn one thousand smiles on this paper face but on the backside there's words that I still can't erase. I count my steps backwards until I end at the beginning. I get hair cuts and bracelets to stare at the ceiling. In the end my excuse will be I wasted to much time, but my hair looked amazing as my happiness declined.

A mirror shows only the present, never a future.
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