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i hate the way a chance remark can get my imagination thinking about all the might-have-beens and the might-becomes. i hate the way some cryptic remark someone said offhand can change my perception of someone so drastically and make me see things that are probably not there. i hate the way my heart rules my head and how my head is screaming its heart out to get my heart to listen but nobody's listening.

on to labour market!