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Drowning in the tears
that are running down your face.
Can’t get out of this hole,
you’re caught up in the race.
Greeting every day,
not with a sigh of relief.
But cursing death’s bony ass,
for not giving you sweet release.
The gas lights on,
in your dammed old car.
Gotta drive to work,
but you won’t get far.
Eeking out a living,
Feeling that you’re cursed.
But you must smile and laugh my dear,
cuz it’s only going to get worse.

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