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Faking it til I make it, but there's a monkey on my back. This normal way, I have to say, is starting to show cracks. Turn up to work and get boring **** done, be nice to the ******** who think they are fun. Clean up my jokes and censor my speech, **** corporate blood like a well behaved leech. I'm dying inside and I know this shit's killing me. I feel the old poisonous tentacles pulling me. Just get ****** up, and **** it all off, live your worst life, the one that you love.
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Jul 13, 2022
Jul 13, 2022 at 7:11 AM UTC
What the monkey says...
Faking it til I make it, but there's a monkey on my back. This normal way, I have to say, is starting to show cracks. Turn up to work and get boring **** done, be nice to the ******** who think they are fun. Clean up my jokes and censor my speech, **** corporate blood like a well behaved leech. I'm dying inside and I know this shit's killing me. I feel the old poisonous tentacles pulling me. Just get ****** up, and **** it all off, live your worst life, the one that you love.
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Jul 13, 2022
Jul 13, 2022 at 7:11 AM UTC
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