A Common Hardship
Thoughts fluttering my conscience mind as I try to unwind from time spent making seven twenty-five and a dime.
How can I be at ease knowing that I have two mouths to feed and no one to take heed to the pain that is felt within.
I ask God when will it be MY time to win, even though I'm fully aware of those countless sins I tend to commit.
I must admit it's difficult being this thing we call human.
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