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Tomorrow


Let's open the door, taking a trip to a place we've never been before.
After all, where is the creativity, 
if we make excuses saying we're really just poor?
Half gallon tank, with enough coffee to stay alert throughout the day.
The weight of your sad atmosphere, is something an empty wallet cannot outweigh.
Complaining time goes by too slow, but you keep holding its wings.
On days when it feels like the rain never ends, I'll stand by your side and be your umbrella, helping you see the smaller important things.
And despite living life ideally and perfectly, but can't manage escaping difficulty.
You continue being that persistent girl that strives to live patiently.
Hardworking and often going the extra mile, you should be proud yourself, you're a dope person, please don't ever lose that smile.
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