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Sometimes I get tired I fumble around and around Searching furiously For the off switch It’s tough being alive But it seems pretty tough to die too Sometimes you can put your finger on it Most times you can’t I wish it was a lot more simple I don’t see what requires the world to be this Endless, tenacious, and unruly mass of Swirling colors and ideas If there’s meaning I might have found it But probably not It’s almost certainly not that simple ....But only almost
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 1:19 AM UTC
Only Almost
Sometimes I get tired I fumble around and around Searching furiously For the off switch It’s tough being alive But it seems pretty tough to die too Sometimes you can put your finger on it Most times you can’t I wish it was a lot more simple I don’t see what requires the world to be this Endless, tenacious, and unruly mass of Swirling colors and ideas If there’s meaning I might have found it But probably not It’s almost certainly not that simple ....But only almost
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 1:19 AM UTC
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