
Its morning, you’re going to work. Breathings heavy, hair is a mess and you’re leaning too far forward, feeling uncomfortably hot and stiff in mystery areas that you can’t stretch. You know that you’re bothered and the brain starts jumping at things; bills, romantic crap, need better car, should go to the gym, should be this, should do that, should blah fuck blahdeedblahh. This is aimless critique and it should be critiqued first before you chop yourself off…
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