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A Journey Into the Dark (III)

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i want to laugh at things that are funny


i want to feel things that are pretty


but i don't know which things are funny anymore


and all of the pretty things crack


like my goddamn car window


i can hear it crack more and more


with every bump my car drives over


i'm just waiting


until i hit that particular bump


that makes the glass finally s h a t t e r .


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A Journey Into the Dark (III) by Zoë Finkelstein - Issuu