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Bills, bills, BILLS... ...constantly, incoming. Money, money, MONEY... ...constantly, outgoing. Savings, virtually NONE...; As soon as 'any' money comes in...;
Confined in these lines, how much movement is mine How much deviance is permissible without going too far as to be Unacceptable Unaddressable Unprofessional
drip drip drip, crack drip drip drip, puff
I realized how much I have grown to be When I was a girl I remember needing a
In my youth I'd chase things shiny and new Now I take care of what loyal and used I used to wander from place to place Always on the go Now I'd rather sit and ponder It is myself I'd like to know
I knew what lied ahead So I chained my feet to the ground Refusing to travel to that place But it was inescapable The world ripped me away
I am a grown up now. No more unicorn fairytails. This is the real world. Time to ditch the ponytail. I am a grown up now. Mom ain't here to wake me. I wanted to sleep in but I guess not.