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i could leave. i could go squat at my lakehouse in wisconsin. i could cut all ties and never speak to anyone ever again. i could live alone as a ghost or as close to it as possible. i could eat easy mac every night for the rest of my life. i could watch seinfeld reruns every day until i passed out and then repeat until the disks get scratched beyond repair.

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Published: Jul 8, 2014
LinesWords: 572

Notes: i wrote this last year. get fucked.
Tags: #get #fucked

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