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Apr 2019
I'm not a wash cloth
Only so many times one can be ringed out
Most of my worth is gone
And I've faded
Suppose to be new
But been used too many **** times to count
Keep thinking I'll get there
Yet each set back comes less tears
This is life
Take a look in the mirror
This is who I am
Set loose goals
Never make em
Keep running
Hoping to take them from someone whose not looking
Unsuccessfully
Life is to short to work this hard
Life's too short to do nothing
I know I'm not alone
Got my baby looking
My bestest
My right hand
She's watching my every move
If I act like I'm overwhelmed she'll notice
My cover will be blown
So I keep my head as high as my heart will let me
Keep it pushing
Keep scraping by
Hopefully my hard work pays off
Before I die
Written by
Noname  California
(California)   
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