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My life being processed on a screen
I wouldn’t mind the wait if I knew the loading percentage
Everything has come down this moment
At least I have you to keep me sober
I get high on the things we can do together
When I can afford to buy you dinner
Explore your city
See my name on a local billboard
But no amount of liquor and daydreams make this computer go any faster
Written by A_Failed_Artist
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