You've had your chance, and you wonder how you fucked
I wrote some words the other day, and they all
This is cancer, right? Whe you walk into those empty
I've come to realize there will be 9 to 5s
It's a story with every breath, and every bookend is
Fucking nowhere. That's where this gets you. And if you
Sheilding my face with my very means of survival. The
These words don't mean shit. They never do. You're all
There's a zombification process going on, and it involves the
This one's a ghost tale, so you can turn and
I don't think I've had the chance to tell you.
Tell me another one...and another. The sun ain't shining, kid.
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