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These are the moments when you stop and think why you're not out there. You know you, as a human being, weren't meant to be in this cage that has locked you up and sent you down the throat of this monster that is made up of empty wallets, musky interstate motel rooms, and maybe, if you're lucky, an empty job that taught you more about yourself than any public university ever could. This is, God I'm sure of it, incredible. And even though I never believed in the stuff, if I could, I'd have given up long ago and told my ma' that I'm taking off. I'd release this heartache from my body like doves, and let them run.
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May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 8:40 PM UTC
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These are the moments when you stop and think why you're not out there. You know you, as a human being, weren't meant to be in this cage that has locked you up and sent you down the throat of this monster that is made up of empty wallets, musky interstate motel rooms, and maybe, if you're lucky, an empty job that taught you more about yourself than any public university ever could. This is, God I'm sure of it, incredible. And even though I never believed in the stuff, if I could, I'd have given up long ago and told my ma' that I'm taking off. I'd release this heartache from my body like doves, and let them run.
matthew-smith
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May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 8:40 PM UTC
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