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my life is painted on the asphalt of a parking lot in big white dotted lines and i've been following and following and i keep swearing that the maze leads to something nice but when i stop i keep wanting something else and i keep wishing i were somewhere else because the lights in the lot flicker sometimes and i lose track of how far i've come. i'm standing in the middle of miles of flat, paint scattered asphalt and the closest human being takes binoculars to see.
that's sad, shit.
that's sad, shit.