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As my weeks are filled with good days A sudden thought surfaces into my brain What if my good days are numbered? What if I couldn't be granted more by the Universe? Just like we have 180 days of school I've got a certain number of good What if as they happen continuously, regularly Bad days are to come, to disrupt my routine? And now, every time I have a good day I think about how there must be another planet in retrograde And worry about tomorrow's sake
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Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 7:02 PM UTC
The problem with good days
As my weeks are filled with good days A sudden thought surfaces into my brain What if my good days are numbered? What if I couldn't be granted more by the Universe? Just like we have 180 days of school I've got a certain number of good What if as they happen continuously, regularly Bad days are to come, to disrupt my routine? And now, every time I have a good day I think about how there must be another planet in retrograde And worry about tomorrow's sake
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Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 7:02 PM UTC
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