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Sunday 18th November (1...

Sunday 18th November (1 month 7 days left)

Title. Done. 493 words to go.

I don’t know where to start. That reminds me...

I need to ask...

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Hotdog

Hotdog

Work turns clocks into blades, the long hand
Cutting twelve fifty times this week.
A dog in a...

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What will I do with my life?

What will I do with my life? Will I waste it away?
What will I do with my life will I continue to...

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Never ending road

Never ending road

We wake up every morning to work

We wake up every morning to make are lunch for work

We...

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The Game

Life is one big puzzle.

Live long enough and you will find yourself in a tousle.

Big city...

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Alone

Clean your room
She says.
Brush your hair
He says.
It's fine the way it is...