I'm not living the dream. I'm not dreading a nightmare. No ambititions in my head, I just lie there. No ambititions so they call me a freak. No goals on a 19 year streak. I just don't see the point. In the end I get dirt sheets. Who defined what makes a life great? Worms don't care who they just ate. We're all just waiting for a death date.
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