Every morning I wake up in the middle class slums of suburbia. I slurp my overpriced branded coffee and head to the overworked underpaid white collar job that provides the basic support for my meaningless existence. I return tired, broken, soul crushed and demoralised asking for guidance from God on why he made me this way. But yet, I never give up, I never let go, I never go quietly into that dark night. No son of a bitch will beat me. You don't lose the fight.
Every morning I wake up in the middle class slums of suburbia. I slurp my overpriced branded coffee and head to the overworked underpaid white collar job that provides the basic support for my meaningless existence. I return tired, broken, soul crushed and demoralised asking for guidance from God on why he made me this way. But yet, I never give up, I never let go, I never go quietly into that dark night. No son of a bitch will beat me. You don't lose the fight.
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