Unscheduled
is my life never occuring as it should. I’m not one for planners or agendas but I just want (deserve dammit) for things to appear in order, in line. No more “If it is meant to be” bullshit. I want sweet distant eventual in the barren bitter present. I want (deserve demand desire) my winning prize. This cosolation This pittance of my needs useless.
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