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Seven years ago I tried to kill myself
I had a dead end job
A dead end house
A beautiful wife that I couldn’t satisfy
I had just come off an all day shift
Seven in the morning until eleven at night
Yes, people do still work them
More than we like to admit
When we are driving home in our Audi’s
At five in the afternoon
I was pretty bummed
It was dark and I was walki...
Tuesday 23rd June 2015 3:49 pm
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