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As the sun comes up, I realize I’ve been wasting away night after night And I’ve done it all with a nonchalant air about me and a smirk plastered onto my **** face. I’ve been wasting the gift that is my life. I’ve had every opportune moment to put an end to my dilly-dalliances And yet I have ignored each of these many signs in favor of bringing about my own downfall. Might as well bring out the corks because I’ve practically celebrated–whooped and cheered!–as I’ve run the course of life through each tattered obstacle Bumping and falling like a drunk performance artist trying to make a buck at the county fair.
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Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 3:39 PM UTC
As the Sun Comes Up
As the sun comes up, I realize I’ve been wasting away night after night And I’ve done it all with a nonchalant air about me and a smirk plastered onto my **** face. I’ve been wasting the gift that is my life. I’ve had every opportune moment to put an end to my dilly-dalliances And yet I have ignored each of these many signs in favor of bringing about my own downfall. Might as well bring out the corks because I’ve practically celebrated–whooped and cheered!–as I’ve run the course of life through each tattered obstacle Bumping and falling like a drunk performance artist trying to make a buck at the county fair.
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New York City, NY
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 3:39 PM UTC
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