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 Jul 2015
It's freaky late
We feign ate
Boring chats we're eating
With boredom as the spice
Hoping tomorrow would be pay day
I'd say no more
Only than i'm a second banana

That thought
Thought of being a second banana
Not to any other but the one i dream
l stopped dreaming and saw reality
T'was real life with bad breathe
written to aid sleep when I was sleepless

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