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Tomorrow is so uncertain that I'm convinced if I can make today just a little brighter I've succeeded. I've won. I can't beat them. You bob and weave without precision , swaying to a tune played poorly. Piercing eyes, and heavy hands, yet all the power behind those ten fingers can't pay the rent on time, can't keep food in the cupboards, can't keep them out of your home. You are so much I cannot even imagine. They come in like a storm, shuffling through the cracks in the doors and windows, a shiver up your spine, I can feel their breath on your neck. Cold. Tomorrow is so, so very close, yet I'm convinced if I can sleep in my own bed tonight, they'll never find me. They'll have to wait like I do, till tomorrow, and till another tomorrow.
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Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 5:21 PM UTC
"Blizzard, Tipsy Danger."
Tomorrow is so uncertain that I'm convinced if I can make today just a little brighter I've succeeded. I've won. I can't beat them. You bob and weave without precision , swaying to a tune played poorly. Piercing eyes, and heavy hands, yet all the power behind those ten fingers can't pay the rent on time, can't keep food in the cupboards, can't keep them out of your home. You are so much I cannot even imagine. They come in like a storm, shuffling through the cracks in the doors and windows, a shiver up your spine, I can feel their breath on your neck. Cold. Tomorrow is so, so very close, yet I'm convinced if I can sleep in my own bed tonight, they'll never find me. They'll have to wait like I do, till tomorrow, and till another tomorrow.
austin-heath
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Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 5:21 PM UTC
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