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Feb 2015
Tell me it gets easier.
Tell me the grey days seem brighter.
A life of luxury is poison to those doomed to give effort.
I don't want to watch myself leak away
Conscious effort should make conscious gain
And I am terrified
That it will all wash away
With the rest of the people
Who tattoo 9-5
On their lined faces.
I'm scared of not enjoying my life and my future career. It seems that nobody likes working and as such I am frightened. A little confession.
Sombro
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Sombro
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