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Sep 2013
Is today even a different day from any other day?
I'm having trouble telling the difference anymore.
I write the same stories, the same songs, the same poems.
I see the same people who say the same things about the same subjects that everyone else is already talking about.
I see the same movies with the same plots.
I'm not even sure if they're different actors and actresses anymore.
I hear the same promises in every political party without any differences in policies.
One says this.
One says that.
A tug of war on who can get nothing changed and nothing accomplished.
I taste the same manufactured food everyday.
My tongue can't tell the difference between a cheeseburger and a cardboard box anymore.
The same crimes.
The same innocents.
The same lies.
The same truths.
The same work.
The same goofing off.
The same write ups.
The same appraises.
The same advice to change things up.
The same advice to stay the same and never change.
The same old fights.
The same moments of making up.
The same *******.
The same Groundhog Day.
The same Groundhog Life.
Brandon
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Brandon  On the edge of your taste
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