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Mar 2017
What a great system
Everything is already in place

No need to work
Let others
Be harvested by the system

I will go where I please
Do as I please

And everything is mine
The house
The cars

I'm feeling fine

Why would I want
To work 50 hours a week?
And become a slave

He was always
"Working hard"
But he's just blabbing on a phone

Yep
Don't care for the guy
Don't care
When he dies

Don't care
What others think
Don't care what they do

Yep, sure enough
I erased you

It's easy to push people away
And it makes me happy
On this day
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
(34/M/Los Angeles)   
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