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Busy without end, Needless activity that Has no bounds. False actions So incapsalated with. Fretting about my life-- An unanimated robot. Chained to the illusion Of fervid productivity. Things to do, things to do Never a minute, never an hour. Constant motion-- Only smoke and mirrors.
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Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 2:13 PM UTC
False Action
Busy without end, Needless activity that Has no bounds. False actions So incapsalated with. Fretting about my life-- An unanimated robot. Chained to the illusion Of fervid productivity. Things to do, things to do Never a minute, never an hour. Constant motion-- Only smoke and mirrors.
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Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 2:13 PM UTC
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