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i reeaallyy like museums. i'm going to a houdini exhibit when i get back from new york.

all day i can pace, back and forth between my flooding thoughts
i dipped a curiosity in caramel and ate it for breakfast
when i cry i take the pain and wash my hair with it
my bookcase is built up of laughs and constant paranoia
i make sure to leave my feelings strewn across the floor
this way i can spend all day cleaning up my mind.