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I, Defy the paradigm, The escapist void, Lines of code I refuse to obey. I defy, Defy, All emotionalogic. I make no sense, Or a dollar that pays my way to ignorant bliss. 'Tis the streets upon which I so selfishly make my way and, My gears turn with no source or destination. I am the, Status quo of the chronically out of place. So, Take that next step, Show me.
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Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 8:14 AM UTC
I defy
I, Defy the paradigm, The escapist void, Lines of code I refuse to obey. I defy, Defy, All emotionalogic. I make no sense, Or a dollar that pays my way to ignorant bliss. 'Tis the streets upon which I so selfishly make my way and, My gears turn with no source or destination. I am the, Status quo of the chronically out of place. So, Take that next step, Show me.
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32/M/Anywhere But Here
Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 8:14 AM UTC
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