Blasting music as loud as my little internet machine
Will let me,
And for such a pointless computer,
This thing gets pretty loud.
And I've caught myself humming or singing
Which for me is strange.
And I guess I'm happier,
Even though I'm still waiting for it all
To come crashing down.
But for now,
I'm hoping it won't.
I just hope I can manage a smile out of you
Today.
Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 4:23 PM UTC
Blasting music as loud as my little internet machine
Will let me,
And for such a pointless computer,
This thing gets pretty loud.
And I've caught myself humming or singing
Which for me is strange.
And I guess I'm happier,
Even though I'm still waiting for it all
To come crashing down.
But for now,
I'm hoping it won't.
I just hope I can manage a smile out of you
Today.
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