See Me writing.
It’s quiet. I’m in state of sleep,
A state of dreams
A state of stop.
You might call me soft
Monday has it’s reasons to call it quits
thursday’s a bitch but I’m on all grown
up
Hide your own load.
Wednesday ’s the same but then later
and so it goes on-
It’s kind of a state I dream and it
seems to go fine
Until tomorrow now comes
in hours away
I can’t stop
I’m cracked up
I’m fine I’m good
Mind your own load I’m
in upper or calm flow
crafting I’m shifting
taking my high and low
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