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Stuck in a rut, aha, you say there's always a rut and one more day but it's hard to pull free (it's always about me) the devil you know do you know what I mean? see it's Saturday which is a, it really doesn't matter day when you're forced by circumstance happenstance or ignorance to labour I'll finish at midnight which is ***** or alright depending on how it feels. but I'm not impoverished undernourished or homeless I should be thankful for these small mercies, ever had the nagging suspicion that if you had ammunition it'd be blanks? whether pigeon holed in a *** hole or flying high the sky is never the limit because we can go further or is it farther? I'd rather it was further but I'm just peculiar.
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Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 2:08 AM UTC
One finer morning
Stuck in a rut, aha, you say there's always a rut and one more day but it's hard to pull free (it's always about me) the devil you know do you know what I mean? see it's Saturday which is a, it really doesn't matter day when you're forced by circumstance happenstance or ignorance to labour I'll finish at midnight which is ***** or alright depending on how it feels. but I'm not impoverished undernourished or homeless I should be thankful for these small mercies, ever had the nagging suspicion that if you had ammunition it'd be blanks? whether pigeon holed in a *** hole or flying high the sky is never the limit because we can go further or is it farther? I'd rather it was further but I'm just peculiar.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 2:08 AM UTC
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