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Mondays sorrow, Tomorrows borrows
Feb 25.
Mondays sorrow,
Tomorrows borrows
Cry today, it's Monday.
Keep the sorrow for the weak,
The hole I'm in is slowing caving over,
I'm craving to bust out of these dirt walls,
The skeletons are comming tough and I feel like they are close to being alive then I am.
The touch of non flesh they give,
Chills my bones,
But i don't know,
As cold as they feel,
They help my wounds heal,
Should I bow down and kneel,
Or break them up with my heals,
Trying to climb up.
Tomorrow is always a new day
But I feel like a psychic because I know what follows,
A day that will borrow once again,
Borrows the things I do not have,
And when it gets it, once again ill have to face that soul ripping, tear shedding laugh.
But it's okay, maybe someday ill matter. (:
Camargo
