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Next week we'll finally get to do some real work. It's the whole week in the health-care centre, the whole class, except for who people who already have this covered with previous working experience.
Getting a bit nervous about it, but I'm also fairly confident that I'll do just fine. And besides, this thing means no more evening work for a whole week. There's luxury that I haven't had for quite some time.
Poem of the day:
A smell of cigarette in the thick, dusty air
in a small room that's fallen into disrepair
a shot of whiskey straight from a bottleneck
a taste like crap, but what the heck
A look out of the window, into the setting sun
the clock ain't too much, but the night's already begun
a sigh all alone, for she's no longer here
into the setting sun she did disappear
'Twas a stupid thing, insignificant at the best
just a passing feeling, like all the rest
yet the fighting did not stop right there
and the yelling, blaming, it was everywhere
In the end it was a sin againt sin
in both of them there was a betrayer within
insults, anger, a slap in the face
and then she stormed out without a trace
And now when he thinks it over in his mind
the one he just can't let go and leave behind
cheap booze still burning deep in his head
tears clogged into throat, heart as heavy as lead
It's never been easy, it's never been simple at all
as stupidity often goes before the fall
but he'll admit that he needs her all the same
despite the fighting, the anger and the blame
For where there is pain, there is also caring within
even if the sense of it all is lost on him
as there are things, so unknown in the dark
but none as mysterious as a human heart
Getting a bit nervous about it, but I'm also fairly confident that I'll do just fine. And besides, this thing means no more evening work for a whole week. There's luxury that I haven't had for quite some time.
Poem of the day:
A smell of cigarette in the thick, dusty air
in a small room that's fallen into disrepair
a shot of whiskey straight from a bottleneck
a taste like crap, but what the heck
A look out of the window, into the setting sun
the clock ain't too much, but the night's already begun
a sigh all alone, for she's no longer here
into the setting sun she did disappear
'Twas a stupid thing, insignificant at the best
just a passing feeling, like all the rest
yet the fighting did not stop right there
and the yelling, blaming, it was everywhere
In the end it was a sin againt sin
in both of them there was a betrayer within
insults, anger, a slap in the face
and then she stormed out without a trace
And now when he thinks it over in his mind
the one he just can't let go and leave behind
cheap booze still burning deep in his head
tears clogged into throat, heart as heavy as lead
It's never been easy, it's never been simple at all
as stupidity often goes before the fall
but he'll admit that he needs her all the same
despite the fighting, the anger and the blame
For where there is pain, there is also caring within
even if the sense of it all is lost on him
as there are things, so unknown in the dark
but none as mysterious as a human heart