And they say it's a brand new day.
It's not a brand new day.
It's leftovers.
Smelly leftovers
And you're not really hungry
You have a dream
But the sting of failure and the smelly leftovers has squashed your dream
Fuck your dream.
And eat your smelly food
What's holding you back?
You don't think you can do it.
I doubt it too.
I doubt that your life will be special.
You're the kid who grew up somewhere and whatever.
Obituary 2071: Friend and Father, loving husband. Enjoyed movies and humor. Nothing special.
Does my saying this make you care less?
It should. You shouldn't care. You should know by now: just settle for everything.
Think like an old person: what's for lunch...i have to call Dr. Fred...i'm tired- going to bed early
Pitter patter....I hate the rain...days like these...routines...Tv...coffeee.....tv.....wall
Make a list of everything you don't like. There are probably some things you really don't like.
And then dig your grave
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