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Sun down, sun up.
I speak in sarcasm to relate to all the things I appreciate.
I lie in rhythm to open doors.
I follow suit and just want more.
My reputation is the same its been,
And I dont care what happens.
I read the book, so I know the end.
Ive probably said too much,
But Ive never felt more accomplished.
Im losing sleep.
Im losing friends.
Ive got a love/hate/love with the city Im in.
Ill count the hours, having just one wish.
If Im doing fine, theres no point to this.
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