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Anymore he's piss-poor, an off-mood in it's final form. A Monday morning set on rerun. Somebody fetch the kid a coffin, his serotonin is stretched thin. Put his thinker on the block and cure him with a swift chop. He won't need it where he's going. The cubicle smaller than a molecule, and the fine print's never optional.
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Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 8:06 PM UTC
Monday Morning
Anymore he's piss-poor, an off-mood in it's final form. A Monday morning set on rerun. Somebody fetch the kid a coffin, his serotonin is stretched thin. Put his thinker on the block and cure him with a swift chop. He won't need it where he's going. The cubicle smaller than a molecule, and the fine print's never optional.
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Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 8:06 PM UTC
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