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Tired.
Every day I wake up
Shake off the cobwebs
Stretch up skywards
Lay back down
Every day I make up
New reasons to have one
Two or three and then some
Never question why
Every days a struggle
Energy eludes me
You can see right through me
But the thing is I don’t care
Every day I look in
The mirror for my manners
My sallow skin remembers
Every...
Saturday 23rd January 2016 4:05 am
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