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Every day is longer, yet I grow no stronger. I just want to wander, but I'm forced to squander my time away. Each passing day there's more decay, and whose to say this won't be the end? We can all pretend that we don't comprehend the position we're in. We are so driven, and we all have a vision, but I'm stuck in my kitchen, watching the world end.
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Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 12:48 AM UTC
04/09/2020
Every day is longer, yet I grow no stronger. I just want to wander, but I'm forced to squander my time away. Each passing day there's more decay, and whose to say this won't be the end? We can all pretend that we don't comprehend the position we're in. We are so driven, and we all have a vision, but I'm stuck in my kitchen, watching the world end.
Darbilina
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Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 12:48 AM UTC
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