[pen doodle on a crumpled up piece of butter paper I found stashed in my bag]Too busy living life but I have none
is this the time we strive since we've been born
I can't even fathom
what this is
beneath all this shizzz
so much to do so little
time goes flying out the
door that you never even noticed was
open your
mind is a labyrinth of
words only mean
so much ...
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