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just more stupid complaining.... only this time, in the form of a shitty poem
opening eyes
groaning again
rising, but not shining
putting on the mask
hoping that someday they can handle the truth
getting in the car- on the road to nowhere
contemplating slamming into the nearest tree
working at jobs that mean absolutely nothing
hustling and bustling…. for what?
shaking head in disbelief
watching as trust is flushed down the drain
trudging home with spirits low
shivering though it's warm inside
longing for love
wondering at what point everything went wrong
wishing that things didn't have to be so bad
drifting off into a painful sleep
dreading the cycle starting again
hoping to not wake up