At the end of the day...

February 7, 2014

We wake up every morning

and struggle to get out of bed

we brush our teeth

and comb our hair

we wear whatever we find

and put on a smile for society

we get through the day

somehow, someway..

and at the end of the day

we find ourselves in the same place.

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