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Feb 2015
The only good place to sit at mcdonalds was under the aircon
I got extra ice in my drink before I knew
it's warm outside but freezing inside
lucky I grabbed my jumper
my hands are freezing and i'm alone
every day is a bit like this
different place, different air and different food
but my hands are always freezing
and i'm always alone.
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