The Feeling in my Soul
Who the fuck does this world think it is? Forcing me to do work and conform to their way in order to get somewhere. I have one existence as far as I know, and I'll be damned if it's plagued by anything other than what I aspire for. Time coming and going, so much of it a WASTE! This just isn't right.
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