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Nov 2016
I keep banging my sore finger against the table
trying to pet the kitty
just another way to stay awake
alive
bang my head against the
ceiling trying to get high
enough to just be
able to see above the darkness
get on my knees sore as they are
everyday trying to make a living
wake up before I want to
go to sleep sooner
but bills are something concrete
wordvango
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