Good morning, good night

------ ------ ------ time may be the fire in which we burn but without that flame in the sky we would not be and with each trip our little blue marble makes we are given a new chance to see dawn brings the promise of a clean slate a fresh canvas of possibility yet it's the tiny heartbreaks of everyday that resonate with me no kiss goodbye waking up alone fighting over nothing friends don't answer their phones trading life for money coworkers aren't paid to care all these expectations lead only to despair until the flame is setting and we're cast into the dark over analyzing time past and future not promised to live within each moment is the daily goal being is a burden and yet the only solace

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