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I don’t have the capacity, the time or the motivation, So what am I to do? I like the comfort of familiarity and routine, but i also want new, So what am I to do? Excuses, excuses, excuses They materialise like bruises They come and go Like flakes of snow Tossing , turning in my sleep And still the answer to my question Has yet to emerge from the deep, Maybe it’s because it’s not truly what I seek. What I seek are in fact Excuses, excuses, and more excuses So what am I to do?
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Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 8:38 AM UTC
What am I to do?
I don’t have the capacity, the time or the motivation, So what am I to do? I like the comfort of familiarity and routine, but i also want new, So what am I to do? Excuses, excuses, excuses They materialise like bruises They come and go Like flakes of snow Tossing , turning in my sleep And still the answer to my question Has yet to emerge from the deep, Maybe it’s because it’s not truly what I seek. What I seek are in fact Excuses, excuses, and more excuses So what am I to do?
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Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 8:38 AM UTC
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