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1 AM on a Monday night driving somewhere to somewhere. No curfew, no plan, no problem. No plan, no future, no hope no plan. No tomorrow only tonight, only the sounds of night and chills of wind. Hair standing this is me at my most alert my most clear my most awake my most alive 1:01 AM on a Monday night. Not sure if I'm looking forward to the next one. Another day, another week of no hope, no future no future, but to be back here (wherever here is) With no plans, no plans but you. No money, no god, no tomorrow hardly a now even.
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Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC
1 AM Monday night
1 AM on a Monday night driving somewhere to somewhere. No curfew, no plan, no problem. No plan, no future, no hope no plan. No tomorrow only tonight, only the sounds of night and chills of wind. Hair standing this is me at my most alert my most clear my most awake my most alive 1:01 AM on a Monday night. Not sure if I'm looking forward to the next one. Another day, another week of no hope, no future no future, but to be back here (wherever here is) With no plans, no plans but you. No money, no god, no tomorrow hardly a now even.
lao
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Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC
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