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The crisped air shuddered soundly through my cracked window Carefully weaving wistful wanderings into my mind lacking of self pity and doubt Im taken back to a time about a year or so ago when money didn’t matter and I still had a home Now I’m sitting in a tahoe shootin arrows at apollo wondering if Ill ever find where all my wasted wishes go cuz the timer reads 11:12 just a minute past those dreams are shelved and I’m lost in october finding out my mental states desolved resolving resolutions made at 11:59 287 days ago not quite sure if can make it 68 more and still be fine.
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Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
Resolutions
The crisped air shuddered soundly through my cracked window Carefully weaving wistful wanderings into my mind lacking of self pity and doubt Im taken back to a time about a year or so ago when money didn’t matter and I still had a home Now I’m sitting in a tahoe shootin arrows at apollo wondering if Ill ever find where all my wasted wishes go cuz the timer reads 11:12 just a minute past those dreams are shelved and I’m lost in october finding out my mental states desolved resolving resolutions made at 11:59 287 days ago not quite sure if can make it 68 more and still be fine.
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Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
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