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The RACE


The Job, high rise buildings , high life rushhours, traffic jams, road rage, fast food, fast life, fast cars drunken weekends , happy hours epic highs ,epic lows,deep sighs hungover Mondays, one night stands, speed dating , speed breakups broken hearts, broken minds mind oscillating btw OCDs and OCBs empty mancave , empty homes empty beds, lonely nights abandoned humanity, abandoned humility everyone in search of nirvana some turn to fake gurus some turn into real ones some chose to end it all leaving their souls hanging overdose , overkill everyone racing,non stop with cause , without cause the value of your life is trambled down to the chasms all for "The Race"
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