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Dec 2019
Auto-pilot, the speed dial session.. after this I learn to really count my blessings, gotta keep em up, tell me the time and I tell you to take it slow, tired of tempers tempting me with temptation, I'm tense!, clock out?!, a no-go, a no-show no more, non-stop!, this is just my standard of living, forgive me, given I don't want my ***** giving these..please!, my number 1 problem was thinking that I had 99 problems!, taking psychology 101, watched 1,000 ways to die, read 1001 books you must read fore you die and they say not to stress?!, it's 1 step forward and 2 steps back I guess, so because you chose to 1up me, I hate you 2, and we forgot about the 3rd wheel keeping the score, it's day 4 and we're neck and neck.. so finally we take 5, and when the clock struck 6, it's the 7th time..we were 8 hours in on a 9th year ritual, 1 of our 10..habitual ways of going back-and-forth, north-and-south..what the hell is it about?, does it even count?.. does it even make sense?.. and what will our account, amount to?
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
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