Whatever we're supposed to be, in this mixed up death sentence of a world, has its face completely hidden from sight. I'm running out of money. I told myself I wouldn't do such a thing, I mean, it was a little more than $3,000. I knew I'd do it. I know myself enough to solidify a destiny of failure. You know, a self-fulfilled prophesy. I'm waiting patiently impatient for change.
Patiently impatient
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