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is that a spider? / doomscrolling


work always has me trying to justify
all the gas and cuts and side women
only getting me about so far 
through the night
means to an end
i do my best
on sunday i catch myself doomscrolling


everybody trying to hit that lick
but if you don’t respect the game you will not get respected back
don't wait until you change into somebody else

I play the game
I get bitten


why do I always have to get so profound 
right before work?

I am not a shapeshifter 
I'm the right one



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