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Dec 2013
I thought I had meaning but I've meant nothing all along,
And now I'm stuck at the bottom because that's where I belong.

Every day, it's all the same.
I try and I fail.
Tomorrow won't be different,
I can't escape this hell.

I'm living my life on repeat and simply wasting away,
Because usually it's all worth nothing at the end of the day.
Andrew Durst
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Andrew Durst  Tarentum, PA.
(Tarentum, PA.)   
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