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Staring at the cold weather through the window, think of all the ways I can win dough. Every idea.. BINGO! But my two cents don't pay the rent though. And I cant eat my thoughts for food so I'm stuck in limbo. That's a food for thought that ****** up my credentials, Because they kept offering me a penny for my thoughts until I said I was bruised and scarred so they gave me time off for being "mentally unstable". If I tell them I'm not, I have to go back to my job of making my way to the hell hole but what choice do I got when It's either that or keep playing the role of scapegoat. It's driving me insane and the pills I pop wont make the pain go. Meanwhile my stairway to heaven is literally blocked by my guardian angel.
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Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 11:22 AM UTC
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Staring at the cold weather through the window, think of all the ways I can win dough. Every idea.. BINGO! But my two cents don't pay the rent though. And I cant eat my thoughts for food so I'm stuck in limbo. That's a food for thought that ****** up my credentials, Because they kept offering me a penny for my thoughts until I said I was bruised and scarred so they gave me time off for being "mentally unstable". If I tell them I'm not, I have to go back to my job of making my way to the hell hole but what choice do I got when It's either that or keep playing the role of scapegoat. It's driving me insane and the pills I pop wont make the pain go. Meanwhile my stairway to heaven is literally blocked by my guardian angel.
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Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 11:22 AM UTC
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