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Never enough. Never enough of anything. It's always running low, running out. Money, energy, time. The fuel gauge threatens empty. The bank balance teeters and tips into the red. Almost out of smokes, and there's one last shot in the bottle. The car tax expires in two days. You've been exhausted since forever. You can't kid yourself that you're young any more. Clocks tick just to **** with you. It's dark, but not as dark as it gets.
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Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 4:26 AM UTC
Losing Light
Never enough. Never enough of anything. It's always running low, running out. Money, energy, time. The fuel gauge threatens empty. The bank balance teeters and tips into the red. Almost out of smokes, and there's one last shot in the bottle. The car tax expires in two days. You've been exhausted since forever. You can't kid yourself that you're young any more. Clocks tick just to **** with you. It's dark, but not as dark as it gets.
nico-reznick
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Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 4:26 AM UTC
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