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Jul 2016
What the hell am I doing
What the hell do I care
I'm just wasting away
In my computer chair

I had a dream
Last night in my sleep
I was with my ancestors
In a place that gave me the creeps

All around me yet intangible
I knew they were there
In the mausoleum
The air smelled of fear

It wasn't a nightmare
I didn't wake up in sweats
But I did have my time
I lived among the dead

What the hell am I doing
What the hell do I care
I'm just wasting away
In my computer chair
Curtis
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   Karishma
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