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All Week...(`03)
the shades of sky are grey,
gods tears pour down to rain,
its ironic sometimes,
how the weather can effect the way we feel.
puddles of mud,
dull and hazy air,
this is what the week has been like,
and this is how my heart feels inside.
pulling my strength,
succeding the limits,
running as fast as i can,
never stop,
keep going,
6 hours of premium soccer hell,
cant complain,
no1 to talk to,
because your not there to listen.
at the end,
tears run down my face,
from frustration,
sadness,
and tired of being lonely,
i hope you have fun,
because im not,
i wish you would come home.
