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Jun 2015
A tragic figure
A man of his time

Spends days alone
And nights too

Loves women
But rarely gets to enjoy their company

Has a little bit of an akward shoulder
But is a good runner

It's all coming down soon

Underground entrance
To Walmart store

Independent contractors
Hired to do specific jobs
Have to sign waivers
No cell phone pics

Source says four guard towers within

Those shelves are high, high
They don't want people to see

Executive orders
All property, food
Can be claimed by the government now

Useless eaters the globalists say

How is one suppose to navigate
Navigate these waters?
This life
And this site
And I'll just write here

And I'm looking for friends on a screen
That's cause there aren't any
Any chances to meet people in real life

And I have a negative balance in my account
I asked could they please transfer the money
A few days ago

The man that sees everything
Young and old
A great observer of this world

Summer 2015
They do not care about you
The government is corrupt
They ruin the future of our country

And we are can't move out of our parents' home
And we live alone

Just expect
Expect more terrible times

She left
We were having a good conversation
She even flirted-- ahh ****
The internet people can **** with you
Say things, but you can't see them
They hide behind the screen

I don't have a model's body
I don't have a million dollars
I'm smart and fast too

They left me all alone
All alone
Just like when I was 4
At the gate alone

Stay away from me
Stay away from me women

My grandfather
He was in North Africa in WWII
You *******!

The same blood runs through me

This is another type of war
Our own government destroys our lives

What am I suppose to feel?
What the **** am
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Eminem song plays in the background

"You show me nothing but hate
You lay me into the ground"
No love

My food, my food, this is my food!
And NO ONE on earth is going to take
My emergency food

I'll survive all alone for a thousand years
Cursed to live alone with no women
With no women
With no therapists
No lying therapists and liars!!!!!
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
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