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Three, four, five, six Episodes in a row. Me, more, ice, chips, Can't do this anymore. I check my phone - no messages I moan and groan - bad premises I'm all alone - mood perished Carried by a small stream to the vast sea of apathy, And i can't swim
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Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 5:23 AM UTC
Boredom
Three, four, five, six Episodes in a row. Me, more, ice, chips, Can't do this anymore. I check my phone - no messages I moan and groan - bad premises I'm all alone - mood perished Carried by a small stream to the vast sea of apathy, And i can't swim
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24/M/Brussels
Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 5:23 AM UTC
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