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It's dark, even though all the lights are on. I never thought i would end up in this room again. Trapped, by my own **** self. I was told to quit drinking, quit the robo. So they gave me differant, "okay" drugs. I'd rather be high or wasted. Why wander aimlessly through this maze? Whats the point of drawing inside the lines? Nothing matters when it's over. Just an other puzzle takes it's place.
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Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 4:29 AM UTC
Jenga
It's dark, even though all the lights are on. I never thought i would end up in this room again. Trapped, by my own **** self. I was told to quit drinking, quit the robo. So they gave me differant, "okay" drugs. I'd rather be high or wasted. Why wander aimlessly through this maze? Whats the point of drawing inside the lines? Nothing matters when it's over. Just an other puzzle takes it's place.
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Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 4:29 AM UTC
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