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Jun 2014
I am the best at making mountains out of mole hills.
I rip my ideas up and start fresh, but in the end nothing works.
Maybe I should follow my friends path and sell pills.
Or maybe rob some poor grocery store clerk.
I bet I could outrun the cops.
Maybe I'll go live on one of those mountains I made.
Jake
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