I don´t know what to say. Garbage. This was today. At about 5pm. I had walked for maybe 90 minutes (in Mexico City at some 28C), my legs hurt. My head hurt. My me hurt. Just garbage. Refuse. Leftovers. Trash. Lack-of-meaning. At least. Lack-of-work. Outside-of-work. In the trash. I am the trash looking at itself. Ruining e v e r y t h i n g .
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