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No matter the number of emails, calls, or texts
The sun still rises on all of us pests,
And while our lives are filled with tests,
The great cycle of the world, never rests.
No matter the number of emails, calls, or texts
The sun still rises on all of us pests,
And while our lives are filled with tests,
The great cycle of the world, never rests.
Lying in the dark
Wondering how the vultures found me
I’m sure I was tasty.
My body on top of this bed
My mind crawling on the ceiling
My heart slowing with breath.
A hundred things to get done today…
…All work and no play
A hundred things to get done today…
Woe is me without money
Now I can see it there, but can’t touch it here
Woe is me with money.