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Sunday, Oh Sunday....
I need to tell you something
Sunday is so boring, I can't take it anymore
To sit around and do nothing
Then roll on the couch, no energy to explore
I need to breathe
The same air that reminds me tomorrow's work will arrive
And on my skin, I don't want the sun
Because it just reminds me the weekend's already done
I need to touch you
But you're on your phone, not even noticing me
And r...
Sunday 9th February 2025 5:09 am
Every Now And Then
My heart is not the same.
It is worn and torn,
But every now and then
I feel it beat...
And I know
That You're still there.
Sunday 5th January 2025 5:50 pm
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