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I hope you know I'm losing my ******* mind copy and pasting myself to an early grave here's the shovel here's the gun here's the bullets **** that trigger feels awfully nice ctrl+c ctrl+v is this what hell is? stuck in a cubicle endless and tedious doing everything and accomplishing nothing ctrl+c ctrl+v I can't handle being left alone with my thoughts this long it's no good for the soul too many mistakes prancing around teasing the imagination showing you every bad decision and they won't leave you alone because you know they're right because you don't sleep at night because everything is not how it was supposed to be all you want is a full night's sleep instead everything is copied and pasted your whole reality is made up of interactions copied and pasted throughout your memories ctrl+c ctrl+v here's the shovel here's the gun here's the bullet you know what to do
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Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 6:11 PM UTC
Part Two (Cubicle)
I hope you know I'm losing my ******* mind copy and pasting myself to an early grave here's the shovel here's the gun here's the bullets **** that trigger feels awfully nice ctrl+c ctrl+v is this what hell is? stuck in a cubicle endless and tedious doing everything and accomplishing nothing ctrl+c ctrl+v I can't handle being left alone with my thoughts this long it's no good for the soul too many mistakes prancing around teasing the imagination showing you every bad decision and they won't leave you alone because you know they're right because you don't sleep at night because everything is not how it was supposed to be all you want is a full night's sleep instead everything is copied and pasted your whole reality is made up of interactions copied and pasted throughout your memories ctrl+c ctrl+v here's the shovel here's the gun here's the bullet you know what to do
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Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 6:11 PM UTC
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