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Sep 2017
onto September
and still alone
And yet I'm here sitting by the phone
People look, people stare
I tell myself I don't care
Do nothing but ******* despair
Because I'll I've ever wanted is right there
And yet I'll spend my days in bed
Living in a constant dread
Afraid of what's been and what's to come
Keeping everyone happy.
But who's the one who's really staking a claim?
Something's going grand it's beyond belief
Don't kid yourself and keep the receipt.
No matter how many chances you get
No matter who you meet
The finish line will still retreat
Luck of the draw
And you've pulled the short straw.
Onto October.
With everything in tatters
Is there anything that really matters?
Written by
GL Thompson
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