You made a poem earlier about a blizzard
And I mean that’s cool and all
But I feel like I’m in a… not a desert
Because a desert is dry and unrelenting
But a worse feeling is when it’s hot and humid
Slowly baked as the sun shone on the rooftops
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Making it hard to move
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It’s so hard
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So hard
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To breathe...
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But hey!
The sun will set eventually
It will all get better
Though I may be powerless now
I know it will get better
I know it will
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I think