Days go on and on
Punching the clock, cleaning the counters,
Ticking life away
I return home at night.
My wife works days, I work late.
I want to see my babies,
but they are asleep
Upstairs.
I hope they dream peacefully.
I miss them.
Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 10:31 AM UTC
Days go on and on
Punching the clock, cleaning the counters,
Ticking life away
I return home at night.
My wife works days, I work late.
I want to see my babies,
but they are asleep
Upstairs.
I hope they dream peacefully.
I miss them.
I am no longer the angry 17 year old that posted here almost a decade ago, I am 28 now. Hi guys, been a long time!
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