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Jun 2018
Some days
When I wake up
My glass is half full.

Some days
When I wake up
My glass is half empty.

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Tonight
Before bed
I threw it against the wall.

Tomorrow
When I wake up
I’ll realize that was plenty.
Pete McIntire
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Pete McIntire
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Pete McIntire  29/M/Peoria, IL
(29/M/Peoria, IL)   
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