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I am a slave to all that I own I can’t remember the last time I woke up and didn’t want to walk out my front door down the street across state lines into the overpopulated void but my ********* common sense always stops me "what a waste” it’s a shame, pathetic really that I desire the freedom the thrill of being undiscovered by society to the point that I dream about it constantly and still, here I sit in a room full of records expensive guitars and seasons of The Andy Griffith Show that I can not leave I am a slave to all that I own
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 2:49 AM UTC
to all that I own
I am a slave to all that I own I can’t remember the last time I woke up and didn’t want to walk out my front door down the street across state lines into the overpopulated void but my ********* common sense always stops me "what a waste” it’s a shame, pathetic really that I desire the freedom the thrill of being undiscovered by society to the point that I dream about it constantly and still, here I sit in a room full of records expensive guitars and seasons of The Andy Griffith Show that I can not leave I am a slave to all that I own
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 2:49 AM UTC
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