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Nov 2018
A lotta time I think to myself about things that could be

A coping mechanism for all that happens to me

Daydreaming is easy and a whole lotta fun

But of course, nothing ever gets done


is that the point?
Written by
Michael  17/M/Minnesota,
(17/M/Minnesota,)   
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