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rain leaks on the cheek of a stressed out freak over 1,404 Weeks

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, addicted to work week
sick from not quite sure
so its not quite pure what I seek
Thursday high, Friday peak, Saturday- crash
Sunday- rest and rebuild the mask
thrive on stress but hide and despise its effects
kind of a wreck but I pay the rent
and got a mellow shell of a temperament

Hell is the Heaven that I send myself far from
peace is the release of driving this car in a clear lane
or speaking the pain to an understanding ear
or handing yourself over to a half hour of The Simpsons

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday addicted to thought seek song
rot from not quite pure
so its not quite sure what I work on
Thursday- sigh, Friday- reak, Saturday- backlash
Sunday- bless with movies as my mass
thrive on second guess whats next and no real hold on the now
kind of powerless with subjective fears and pain
getting closer to objective truth and less depressive rain with each one of my 27 years

maybe not unique I know and its enough as the weeks pass
to get bold and let a tear slip past the cheek
and continue growing up just as fast as I grow old
and realize the real behind the eyes of this not-so-freakish freak