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“Drinking tea with the taste of the Thames, Sullenly on a chair on the pavement
Here you’ll find, my thoughts and I, And here is the very last plea from my heart
My heart. For evermore, Where taxi drivers never stop talking
Under slate grey Victorian sky, Here you will find, despair and I
And here I am every last inch of me is yours, Yours, For evermore”


I have been thinking a lot more about Morrissey and myself in the last couple of weeks. I am having the best year of college so far but it feels like something is missing. I hate this feeling and I am starting to hate all feelings much like my emo-anti-hero Morrissey. If only I just knew.

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