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I think about dying but I don’t want to die, not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic, theres so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m wasting every second, even now i’m writing this when I should be out there, I should be living. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell i’m doing or how to get out.
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i write sins not shopping receipts

Oh,
Well imagine,
As I’m pacing the aisles in a small corner store,
And I can’t help but to hear,
No, I can’t help but to hear an exchanging of words:
“What a beautiful melon! What a beautiful melon!” says a patron to a stocker.
“And yes, but what a shame, what a shame we’re not getting in any more.”

I CHIME IN WITH HAVEN’T YOU PEOPLE EVER HEARD OF

STOCKING THE GODDAMN STORE, NO

IT’S MUCH BETTER TO CHASE THESE KINDS OF DEALS

WITH A SENSE OF SALES AND SEASONALITY.

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