I’m getting up
Just like the Sun does
every day morn.
I am sure
I’ll be shining bright
in my very soon future.
Glory days will last
and last, and last, and last…
But the bubble burst.
I’ll reach my zenith
and fall down, again
just like the Sun does
every day eve.
I’m falling down.
Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 11:40 AM UTC
I’m getting up
Just like the Sun does
every day morn.
I am sure
I’ll be shining bright
in my very soon future.
Glory days will last
and last, and last, and last…
But the bubble burst.
I’ll reach my zenith
and fall down, again
just like the Sun does
every day eve.
I’m falling down.
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