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The walk from my apartment to train tracks has never seemed.
So fucking long and so fucking cold just bring me to peace

My life is nothing more than constant cries of disappointments
I’ve leveraged all my time in hobbies that aren’t valued and unimportant

But still I come

I fear myself and I realized that I'm stuck in the same place
I’m a manic depressive who spends all his time in a basement in Brookline
I say I try but what that really means I complain constantly
about growing older and dying in my sleep

I’ve given up on almost everything that I’ve come in contact with recently

All that I have going for me is playing games made for kids in their teens

I'll never be anything more than nothing

“I’ll draw a card and pass my turn
looks like I’m all tapped out
I’ll throw a bolt into your face”
that’s all I think about

nothing ever seems to change
whether I want it I always stay the same
I keep thinking that something I’ll do
will pull me from this home that keeps pulling me in.
you’re pulling me in

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