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Walmart on a Sunday evening Feels like my brain At 4 am Every thought looks well made Until I hold them And feel the lack of substance And then I realize How many people I let in That only came for something to do
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May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 12:42 AM UTC
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Walmart on a Sunday evening Feels like my brain At 4 am Every thought looks well made Until I hold them And feel the lack of substance And then I realize How many people I let in That only came for something to do
myrrdin
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May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 12:42 AM UTC
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