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May 2018
Tomorrow brings
thoughts of the past
hopes for the future
but presently zilch

I try to be big
but sometimes I fall
and mostly it's hard
to stand up again

And my feet dig
into the ground
as my hands
crawl to the sky

And I make it out
but barely
for tomorrow
will soon be the present
Written by
Jake  26/M/Boston
(26/M/Boston)   
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