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{This is what my brain looks like.
And these are the photographs that i replay in my head.
These are the songs that i cry to, dance to sing to.
This is where i type out texts that i can't send. Tweets i can't tweet.
I don't have a facebook.}
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bad night at work.
it was like yell at the receptionist night.
because it’s all out of my control.
our dish guy “refused” to help a guest because it’s “not his job”.
guests pay for our jobs, so it kinda is.
this isn’t what I wanted.
i’m going home for tea, netflix and sweats..
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