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Do I see a surgical scar, or is my phone's crappy display playing tricks on me?
Also, since when does fucking up entitle one to feelings of superiority?
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I wake up in the morning more tired than before I slept
I get through cryin' and I'm sadder than before I wept
I get through thinkin' now, and the thoughts have left my head
I get through speakin' and I can't remember, not a word that I said
- Ben Harper, Show Me A Little Shame
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