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Northern line, Archway to the city hope I get there on time for the Central line heading East leastways that what it says on the destination marker, most days it's right, but I take nothing for granted. Sunday was my day to fly day now it's something to try and get by day It's **** getting old feels like I'm fading away nobody sees me my destination board reads out of service. Just a blip on the radar I'm sweeping the dial finding the files. Next time no northern or central to drive me fukin' mental no line next time at all.
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Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 4:40 PM UTC
Treading water
Northern line, Archway to the city hope I get there on time for the Central line heading East leastways that what it says on the destination marker, most days it's right, but I take nothing for granted. Sunday was my day to fly day now it's something to try and get by day It's **** getting old feels like I'm fading away nobody sees me my destination board reads out of service. Just a blip on the radar I'm sweeping the dial finding the files. Next time no northern or central to drive me fukin' mental no line next time at all.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 4:40 PM UTC
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