The fifth life

I never liked closing the door on things, not even on the window where the wind whistles in at ninety fukin miles an hour,in a minute I may have to,blue in the face?yeseverything’s blown all over the place,either I go or the wind does, I’ll go and do it now…

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Groans inwardly

They throw you straight into the deep end,thank god it’s almost the weekend. retraining all my muscles to do what they used to dobut the ones in my legs are tattered andtornit feels like they’re almost worn out,a bit like me on Friday…

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