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Sep 2015
Calloused hands, long days work
Responsibilities are never shirked
Eating keep from what I give
What a crazy life to live
Wanting, yearning for something more
Not quite sure where happy's stored
All the while keeping on
Listening to mournful songs
Hoping that life has something more
Searching, striving towards the next door
Can't stop now, I've just begun
Starting with the rising sun
Praying hard it doesn't set
Like it did when we first met
Trying not to be undone
Really thought you'd be the one
Sitting here with a smoking gun
My life, to me, didn't mean a ton
Zack Phillips
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Zack Phillips
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