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"Bored.." I told her "just bored of this, of here. Of you" What is it inside me that grows like a virus? infects my weak will, and forms a thick exoskeleton I can go out today and recover in time for tomorrow I can take the next pill that's handed to me, and greet the trip like an old friend How can it catch up with me if I keep changing the way I'm running
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Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 7:30 PM UTC
Reckless
"Bored.." I told her "just bored of this, of here. Of you" What is it inside me that grows like a virus? infects my weak will, and forms a thick exoskeleton I can go out today and recover in time for tomorrow I can take the next pill that's handed to me, and greet the trip like an old friend How can it catch up with me if I keep changing the way I'm running
kit-john-parish
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Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 7:30 PM UTC
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