doing
so much
at
the same time
feel
as though
never
enough
for
myself.
happiness
is
what
it is
but
what is it
haven’t
seen it
in
some time.
purpose
still
don’t know
getting
from
one
day to another
my
own advice.
smoke
fills my lungs
knowing
it kills them
$2.33
a pack
what
a waste
of
a days work.
feeling
as if I am old
still
in my younger years
seen
too much already
more
to come
enough
is enough.
sitting
on the curb
taking
a break
well
deserved
don’t
want to work
nothing
concluded...
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