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flat tire oh! well that i can mend but somehow what's the use it's bound to happen again taken smack from people ... yet i bare it and grin that;s why i never view authority figures as any type of friend money pressure are is billing up this is such an awful trend seems like i've run out of luck what a hell of a shape i'm in complianing does no good that's how you start to loose friends so i try to keep my mouth shut hoping it will all work out in the end i expect bad things to happen thinking it will blow it over like the wind knowing i'll get over that eventually but i geuss that all depends i ask myself quite often why can't i be like other men the only answer is i'm reaping what i've sown and paying for some of my sins

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Book: Shattered Sighs