the thousandth day
And so another day begins,
With heavy hearts
And weak-eyed grins-
Playing rote parts
And ignoring greater sins.
More only inspires choking
Back the truth
That lies to this golden token-
There are some things
Meant to be broken.
With heavy hearts
And weak-eyed grins-
Playing rote parts
And ignoring greater sins.
More only inspires choking
Back the truth
That lies to this golden token-
There are some things
Meant to be broken.
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