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Aug 2021
I’d like to pick a fight with whoever made up this game in the first place.
Throwing jabs at the sky like I could almost reach it.

And so here I am at 2:28 am still drinking.
Hiding behind the me that I’ve chosen to show everyone.
Johnny Dust
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