May 27, 2012
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“ As I wake up with the previous night still ringing in my fragile head
Trying to piece together any shitty thing I might’ve done or might’ve said
I drag my lifeless carcass to it’s feet and out of bed and clock in to another day.
Another day within which I can look forward to the possibility that, maybe today will be the day that something interrupts the never-ending list of mundane tasks that sit between me and the closing bracket of my drive home.
Maybe today’ll be the day that something snaps as I think back and react to the distinct lack of impact in my shrink wrapped life.
Maybe today’ll be the day that I’ll tear down the foundations of my whole existence and start again,
knee deep in the rubble, rummaging, for something that I can use as a starting point.
Something to jump off of.
But then, the future ain’t what it used to be. ”
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