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i am hopelessly unoriginal
maybe i value other's work more highly than my own
maybe i'm lazy
maybe maybe maybe

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Twisting by said…
i feel like this all the time... i like to think im just lazy, but maybe im just not that good, or maybe i am just lazy, or both....ah/...but i still love seeing what otehr people do
April 6, 2009 at 9:25 PM
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