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It isn’t that I didn’t see it coming or wasn’t warned It’s that I never imagine it happening so fast As though I hopped into a time machine and now I’m here  
Late at night sipping coffee bleary -eyed.   Can't take anymore of these endless searches. My computer screen it dances it blurs as I blink.   My life.
Look at all of us, standing in a line, aren't we so wise? Pushing dimes and nickles and crying tears out of our eyes We have no choice. We just can't fly when you bastards keep pulling out every feather
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