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A Monday morning, Slamming your face on your keyboard, Ripping through the everyday sorrows, Yeah. One of those days. Bleeding out your guts to people, Letting it spill out on the floor for all to see, One of those days. No coffee Means No energy. No energy Means, Tiredness. Tiredness Means Not wanting to get up, Splitting your face on the floor, Crying your ever loving soul out, And not having the energy to get back up. One of those. Staring in to the void, Hoping for a soul to reach out from it, Assuring you. "It's okay. I've been there." Those days. Where your life seems it's shattering to pieces. And guess what? You have to get up, And do it again tomorrow.
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Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 6:54 PM UTC
One Of Those Days
A Monday morning, Slamming your face on your keyboard, Ripping through the everyday sorrows, Yeah. One of those days. Bleeding out your guts to people, Letting it spill out on the floor for all to see, One of those days. No coffee Means No energy. No energy Means, Tiredness. Tiredness Means Not wanting to get up, Splitting your face on the floor, Crying your ever loving soul out, And not having the energy to get back up. One of those. Staring in to the void, Hoping for a soul to reach out from it, Assuring you. "It's okay. I've been there." Those days. Where your life seems it's shattering to pieces. And guess what? You have to get up, And do it again tomorrow.
One of those days.
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13/M/United States, Texas
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 6:54 PM UTC
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