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Jan 2015
If you were to ask me this question
I wouldn't know what to say?

I mean this life
It's just beyond words

I'm tired
I have been for years
I still work out
I still can do wide grip pull-ups

I'm tired
I'm lonely
I listen to music
On my computer

It helps me somehow
Makes me feel something

No man is an island
But I feel like I am becoming one
I didn't get a good job

Now I'm almost 30

I go on hikes
On hikes Alone
Everything is alone

One is the loneliest number that you'll ever know

Is there one who goes before me
One who understands
Jesus

Life is so repetitive
I'm thankful for music
And for my Craisins
Cranberries in the shape of raisins
They are named craisins
High in fiber and good for me

Almost 30 years on Earth
The destruction of the petrodollar continues
Our country trillions of dollars in debt
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
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