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Nov 2015
Sometimes,
I lose track
and find myself wondering
and I find it hard
to convince myself to come back

I love the places off the path
care free days
no trying to swim
in a boiling bath

but, my mother groans
and my father laughs
they say stay on the road
and all my sorrows and woes
settle back, deep in my bones
Fucking tired
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Fucking tired  F/hell
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