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Muddy Muddy Monday Cold air Cold glare Lurking on a window that shields our felt insecurity Summertime we all come to We all come together then unravel apart I am a man for a short bit then I quit And retire Retire to regimented round the clock lonesome longing of money and a schedule, scheduled schooling of sorrow Growing up I, I'm utterly useless I’m painfully plain This become the real repetition The depiction and depression in the U.S. Of A It's simple And simply it's dull and sad it's melancholy at its finest And this carnivorous cancer grows calculatedly sneaking steadily and processing with prowess And Lexus lingers after Lexus near our neighborhood of suburban sadness, Sorrowful slumps stuck in sand Succumbing to ******* the life out of myself muddling through murky days And this depressive digression into normal no-thing-ness that does not know nothing But private school privilege pressuring me till I press my heart and it pops Mundane money Monday murdering my mind mother and might Monday each day Becoming Monday My mothering Monday My absent adolescence
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Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 10:55 PM UTC
Muddy Muddy Monday
Muddy Muddy Monday Cold air Cold glare Lurking on a window that shields our felt insecurity Summertime we all come to We all come together then unravel apart I am a man for a short bit then I quit And retire Retire to regimented round the clock lonesome longing of money and a schedule, scheduled schooling of sorrow Growing up I, I'm utterly useless I’m painfully plain This become the real repetition The depiction and depression in the U.S. Of A It's simple And simply it's dull and sad it's melancholy at its finest And this carnivorous cancer grows calculatedly sneaking steadily and processing with prowess And Lexus lingers after Lexus near our neighborhood of suburban sadness, Sorrowful slumps stuck in sand Succumbing to ******* the life out of myself muddling through murky days And this depressive digression into normal no-thing-ness that does not know nothing But private school privilege pressuring me till I press my heart and it pops Mundane money Monday murdering my mind mother and might Monday each day Becoming Monday My mothering Monday My absent adolescence
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Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 10:55 PM UTC
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