There are days when the best would not wake up.
Do not start the mess of life
Than in sandpaper and that lets us down
What makes us aware
Things that got into down in the carpet
Hoping that a touch of magic
They do not exist
Are only the fruit of our imagination.
But life is really horrible
And shamelessly, raises the carpet
And the mess hiding there, forgotten,
There appears before our eyes, nasty and real.
Some days it would be better not to wake
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