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From ironed to crumpled, the sheet stays there disgruntled and awake, at the clock I stare the shrillness of my alarm is mostly unwelcome sitting on the chair scraping the floor let's build the momentum are you just thinking what's this all about? well this is how my life is day in and day out why am i doing this? All these worries and this tension Where is the beauty in this broken cup? when will it make sense, I say But I know I shall smile when I look upon this day As I'm doing this For tomorrow, for tomorrow.
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Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 2:45 PM UTC
For Tomorrow
From ironed to crumpled, the sheet stays there disgruntled and awake, at the clock I stare the shrillness of my alarm is mostly unwelcome sitting on the chair scraping the floor let's build the momentum are you just thinking what's this all about? well this is how my life is day in and day out why am i doing this? All these worries and this tension Where is the beauty in this broken cup? when will it make sense, I say But I know I shall smile when I look upon this day As I'm doing this For tomorrow, for tomorrow.
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23/M/Lost in Thoughts
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 2:45 PM UTC
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