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Every day I scramble trying to find out what it is exactly you want me to do, You don't tell me anything, so I wonder what's left that I haven't done that could Finally make peace with the way things are now, And I try this, That, And all the other things, but not a thing ever changes. Sometimes I think the only thing I haven't tried yet is dying. And if I could die in the spot, I would. But I'm usually pretty busy, so.
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Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC
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Every day I scramble trying to find out what it is exactly you want me to do, You don't tell me anything, so I wonder what's left that I haven't done that could Finally make peace with the way things are now, And I try this, That, And all the other things, but not a thing ever changes. Sometimes I think the only thing I haven't tried yet is dying. And if I could die in the spot, I would. But I'm usually pretty busy, so.
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Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC
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