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Mr. Joseph

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It was more than perfect -
It was like.... the death of a virgin.
A time when I could say something important and when nobody would laugh or smirk no matter how many grains of sands dropped while I try to fix upon silence the words that I had prepared to say aloud in my heart.
Something that I could never really misinterpret - no chance of my ruining my own innocent attempts to make a point intellectually.
There are far too many things for anyone to say that catch the wrong ears. Like falling in love with the bad times... an empty gun in the locker-room for the weightlifters.
An idiot.
I'm.
An idiot. I'm an idiot. I'm an idiot. I'm an idiot. I'm an idiot. I'm an idiot. I'm an idiot. I'm an idiot. I'm an idiot. I'm an idiot. Not tired of testing my own typing speed. So. I'm an idiot. I'm an idiot. I'm an idiot. I'm an idiot. My computer sometimes rejects itself of my priorities. I'm an idiot. I'm an idiot. I'm an idiot. I'm an idiot. I don't care, lady. "You're huge." I'm an idiot. i'm An idiot. I'm an idiot.
I had planned on writing something in more of a traditional Shakespearean style... clear lines, rather than interrupted paragraphs. It got uncomfortable for me though when I looked at it before I could. I'm just going to go back to reading my stupid book.
 
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