a disagreeing world
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Since you're always asking why I’m tired
I’ve got a few words to you
I’m tired because your questions are killing my brain cells
I’m tired because I work in customer service
You've alluded me thus far
Yet ever near do you draw
Just outside the reach of hand
Seperated only by the wallows of man
Dear Unfair World,
I reside in a deamland
of waving stars and gentle hearts
of willing ears and ignited tongues
of hands reaching towards the cotton candy sky
and grasping onto a cloud
