Again
The same stuff
But the day is different
A different texture
And smell
Again
The same anger
Useless frustration
Will not move me
Laziness has seeped in me
Again
The same mistakes
Puzzled as I can be
When will I learn
To be unhappy in misery
Again
More words down on paper
This will lead to nothing
Why do I do these things
Why cant I leave everything
Again
The same same
But they day is different
A different texture
But smell is innocent..
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