I were wearing a noose around my neck and some spiffy cement shoes, I feel like life has me on a short leash in the slow lane.
Out of complacency, fatigue, and lack of spark I find myself dwelling here. Going through the motions, keeping face, far more a voyeur than an adventuress.
Stuck between reality and fantasy. In a life that I can't get comfortable with, holding on to only the smallest sliver of aspiration.
I wish I could say it is just a bad day.
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