Best Month of the Bad Year

I don’t know how much it is that I have to go through.

Ain’t easy – Draining my blood, eating my heart. Tough.

I don’t know when I will stop complaining, and start appreciating.

Nothing makes my day,

when I don’t see a point.

Scrap.

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