
Is there something wrong with me ? A loose screw or two that ruined my ability to function and why am I always so tired. My life is uninspired and small all I do is sprawl on the sofa with outstretched limbs like a sloth in slow motion. People always ask "where is your devotion to succeed ? Did it drift out your window from the smoke from your weed ? Does your mother have to force feed you discipline until to you finally concede ? She cooks and she cleans and she don't stop until the soles on her feet bleed." But she's fine, she's perfect she says "Be perfect like me."



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