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Sep 4
Every single second of every single day
It’s driving home the message that I’m about to go insane
I’m sick of the smiling
The greetings
The pay
I wish I could just leave it
And go far away
I’m tired, so tired
No more time for play
So I’ll just sit here and I’ll rot
As my body decays
Jason Paul Klenetsky
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Jason Paul Klenetsky  50/M/Florida
(50/M/Florida)   
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