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1/30/2015 3:13:29 PM
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I fear the gray of the heart that lurks in office cubicles.
I fear the "what ifs" passing through a wife's mind as she soothes her crying child.
I fear the cold blade that whispers sweet nothings into the soul of a wasted life.
I fear the mundane.
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Is that from something? Or did you just think it up. Either way it almost sounds like poetry.
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I wrote it with my brain, so it's from there. And I don't know who this "poetry" guy you speak of.
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Wonderfully written, regardless.
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Oh, STAHP it :3
