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Routine
written by mattwhatever11:49 AM 2/21/05Is this all there is?
Is nothing for me to explore to miss?
We do the same things every fucking day
We Conform to society and do it their way
We're born me make money, we love and we die
What about living trying to fly
Why stay stuck in a dead end job
With no prospects or potential just lye and sob
Why not brake free from the mould
Make your own decisions don't believe everything you’re told
Cause living for moneys not the reason why
That's not living that’s waiting to die! |
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Just another shitty short poem
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