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okay
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kyla
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like, really oh, i know. totally. so, what happened to the capital letters? ... ...
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luck is green
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eaten by e e cummings ravenous typewriter
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nocturnal
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it's otay. not okay. who says okay?
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monee
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maybe i'll be okay when i know i'm okay
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041226
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somenom
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yeah maybe it'll all be okay
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050523
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Lemon_Soda
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It generally is, in my opinion.
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050523
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no reason
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"are you okay? you're sucking in a lot of air," my friend said to me yesterday.
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nr
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i guess i am this, usually. but i wish i was happy and not just okay.
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raze
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he asked me if i was. i said okay_is something i haven't been for a very long time. i wonder what it would feel like to be this again. i wonder if all i'll ever do is wonder.
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ovenbird
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When checking in at the beginning of the day I have a co-worker who often says that she’s “okay enough.” This seems so honest in a world where I’m not sure it’s possible to be okay, if okay means something like a neutral baseline where everything is cruising along without much drama. I am okay, perhaps, in the way you are okay after an accident. I regularly find myself with the wind knocked out of me, stunned and bruised, patting myself down to see if anything’s broken, and saying, as if I can make it true, “I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay.”
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260323
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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