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With another pointless crusade I stumble forwards, Struggling for purpose or meaningful hurdles, When the ending hour belies me, I speak no grief and restore chi, Living moments and memories devoid of reason, Committing a million acts of hedonist treason, Crave the new, despise what has already been, I am wasted, With no hint of experiences unseen, No pursuit of self improvement, Happiness must coincide with movement...
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Jun 14, 2010
Jun 14, 2010 at 11:55 AM UTC
From Birmingham To Bristol
With another pointless crusade I stumble forwards, Struggling for purpose or meaningful hurdles, When the ending hour belies me, I speak no grief and restore chi, Living moments and memories devoid of reason, Committing a million acts of hedonist treason, Crave the new, despise what has already been, I am wasted, With no hint of experiences unseen, No pursuit of self improvement, Happiness must coincide with movement...
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Jun 14, 2010
Jun 14, 2010 at 11:55 AM UTC
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