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It’s easy to tell when It’s the beginning of the End. You get that sick helpless Feeling in your gut Like someone died Something died. In a way It is a death Of something Of love Of something that could have Would have Should have been Might have been If it weren’t for that ******* Life. Things get stale Like a crumb under the couch. It’s always the same Everything ends anyway.
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Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 10:42 PM UTC
Nothing I'm Not Used To
It’s easy to tell when It’s the beginning of the End. You get that sick helpless Feeling in your gut Like someone died Something died. In a way It is a death Of something Of love Of something that could have Would have Should have been Might have been If it weren’t for that ******* Life. Things get stale Like a crumb under the couch. It’s always the same Everything ends anyway.
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Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 10:42 PM UTC
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