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I thought this would make me happier,
but now I'm just feeling, again.
I guess that's better
Whatever, Forever.

I can't say I don't
miss the shit I know
The folks I knew
How the fuck do
people do it, here?

I told a kid I'd
stab him if he
stole my board.
never heard shit
like that, before.

I need the wage
I'm getting, the
sun, the space,
collection of
faces.

Too soft for
Boston
Too hard for
the Midwest.

What the Fuck is left?
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