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Jun 27
I've been awake for an hour and it's still Monday,
this is not the way I imagined it to be.

there is a part of me that says, why not call it a day,
and another part that thinks, it is a fukin day

the war begins.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  66/Here and now
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