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Mar 2016
No plans
No goals
Just to drift

Most people
Will hate me
Well they hated
Jesus too

It's A Mean Old World
Nothing I can do

And as they spend their lives
Meeting deadlines and goals

I just sit around
And grow old

I'm poor
And I don't care

As I drove
In the darkness
I saw the colored lights
Of the fair

There I am
Sitting over there
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
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