The sun rises red, full of hope
But at the dusky end of the day,
I have nothing to show for my struggle
But frustration,
Discontent,
And a keen sense of failure.
(And the photo of a face
That existed years ago.)
Jan 14, 2025
Jan 14, 2025 at 6:09 AM UTC
The sun rises red, full of hope
But at the dusky end of the day,
I have nothing to show for my struggle
But frustration,
Discontent,
And a keen sense of failure.
(And the photo of a face
That existed years ago.)
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