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Ain't no hope for this restless soul. My work is the only piece I find whole. The rest of me I am yet to see. The rest of me needs to get away from me. My bitter past is holding me back. Future needs to be fixed, stacked on a rack. Maybe next year I'll find a better replacement of you. Or I can start this year, while my beers are still cold and new.
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Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 11:52 AM UTC
Drunk and unapologetic
Ain't no hope for this restless soul. My work is the only piece I find whole. The rest of me I am yet to see. The rest of me needs to get away from me. My bitter past is holding me back. Future needs to be fixed, stacked on a rack. Maybe next year I'll find a better replacement of you. Or I can start this year, while my beers are still cold and new.
LucidLucy
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Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 11:52 AM UTC
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