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As a kid time wasn't the same, a day feelt like forever and everything was a game. Now I'm a ****** up adult, in a world fast and insane, the game now feels so occult. Why does everything feel so strange? Life feels like a weird insult. Why did all things have to change? Change is good they'll say to me, but my craving still remains.
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Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC
A ****** Up Adult
As a kid time wasn't the same, a day feelt like forever and everything was a game. Now I'm a ****** up adult, in a world fast and insane, the game now feels so occult. Why does everything feel so strange? Life feels like a weird insult. Why did all things have to change? Change is good they'll say to me, but my craving still remains.
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Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC
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