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It's funny I was just thinking how I used to wake every morning excited to see your response to my B.S from the night before Thanks to the 15 hr time diff. Ah, the good ol days, before life got in the way I still go to the cafe to start each day, when I can A habit bred of such different times Still waiting, hoping for someone, something to slap me, to wake me from this dull dream But every day it's the same routine, the same deafening monotonous silence The same dream, teetering on the cusp of a nightmare, each day, day after day Exactly the same as the one before a sick joke like Groundhog Day
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 1:28 AM UTC
Nostradamus effect
It's funny I was just thinking how I used to wake every morning excited to see your response to my B.S from the night before Thanks to the 15 hr time diff. Ah, the good ol days, before life got in the way I still go to the cafe to start each day, when I can A habit bred of such different times Still waiting, hoping for someone, something to slap me, to wake me from this dull dream But every day it's the same routine, the same deafening monotonous silence The same dream, teetering on the cusp of a nightmare, each day, day after day Exactly the same as the one before a sick joke like Groundhog Day
....the movie. Except somehow I'm not able to benefit from the Nostradamus effect of living the same day over and over... Miss you Ms ***
jim-moore
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 1:28 AM UTC
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