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Aug 2018
I toil away everyday
I rise in the early morn
I feel my youth slip away
And life away from me flow.
I work like a mule
I get paid like a dog
I serve snakes
Who think we are all cogs.
And why do this?
Why cut my life short?
For Meaning? Boredom? Love?
ItΒ΄s for freedom, freedom and nothing more.
To break away from the machine
To break out in my own path
The hope of it keeps me alive
As I toil my life day and night.
I tried something different with this one, both in subject and in format. I hope you folk enjoy it!
Just Alex
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Just Alex  27/M/Veracruz, Mexico
(27/M/Veracruz, Mexico)   
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