Pencil on the floor
My beatings continue, still
I didn't do it
Get up, before sunrise
beat the rush, deal with people
sometimes, my job sucks
Lonely and heartbroken
Price charming doesn't exist
Oh well, life goes on
Reading and writing
my thoughts jumbled and a mess
I'll make it someday
People everywhere
talking, visiting, laughing
Sunny happy day
Bouncing and giggling
Always happy and carefree
uh oh, needs changing
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