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I'm dripping into sorrow Like raindrops into a pothole I can't outrun what I've borrowed There's no profit in tomorrow I claim there's no dependence/dependants until there's none left in the bottle I get less than what I earn so that the slugs can keep their grottos

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cubicle-kryptonite

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Nov 3, 2015

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Notes: I remember writing this on a rainy day in the Sam's Club parking lot probably in 2012

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