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Nov 2018
I’m tired of working,
Day in and out.
Half the time I’m not getting paid.
I have a real job,
That pays poorly.
Then I come home,
And slave away to my parents desire.
Don’t get me wrong ,
I love them.
But I’m tired,
I need to breathe.
I’m tired,
And need a break.
hello sunshine
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