Work sucks, I know. But nobody left me roses by the stairs.
I’m so tired, my eyes are heavy, and my mind is foggy.
But money, money, money, baby.
Spots floating in my eyes.
A sacrifice to spend time outside of work to do what I love.
Dear God, I should sleep.
Work sucks, I know.
I will stick with fiction writing. I’ve never been much of a poet.
Y’all have a good day and take care of yourself.
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