Filthy MATA

So I drank from a bottle that wasn't mine and got everyone sick. Out of all the days, that is the one I chose. As for most, I spent other days lounging and getting better acquainted with my own voice. Who knew I could yell so loud? Better yet who knew I could get so angry? No wonder they invented damn keyboards, pens and pencils cramp up your hand. Oh and arent reasons fascinating? How they can be used as explinations and defense but also taken as an excuse. If I gave you reasoning, what would you take me for? Identity is usually useless considering no one cares who you are. But, we all insist we're "unique" in our own way, with our sneaky little tricks up our sleaves. You'd be surprised at how many people you really dont know. I'm talking about the ones you talk to everyday, the ones you love... But maybe I'm getting personal. Do you ever procrastinate? I forgot my finger nails need to be repainted. It'll be along time before I figure this next one out. It might even be awhile before you run into me. We're always waiting, learning, knowing. Maybe even one day you'll know this. Understand....I'm taking a smoke break.
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