You know, sometimes you just feel like boxed in by problems?
So boxed in by them that you get sick of your own sorrow?
So boxed in that you can't tell anyone because you know they'll get as sick of you as you are?
Well, yeah.
I don't even want to rant about it.
I just want to get away from here. I want to slap a credit card on the net and buy a ticket
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