Jonathan J Goodin
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I lost my will today. I have let it slide, and now it's back to punish me. The fleshy meat is a false reality; it's a hoax for all to see. A pig for prosperity, I am cold inside, and no one else will ever see what's left of me. I am half again at best, and the pigs will never rest. When you're crawling farther from your shore, then I won't come around here no more.
And all I have are a few swift kicks to my head.
Everyone look at me. I am big inside, and no one else will ever be big, like me. It's a dim reality, but it's all I let you see. And with everybody wanting more, I feel my life's become a whore.
And all I have are a few swift kicks to my head.
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