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1 min readSep 8, 2021
Hopelessness On The Inside
When the light inside starts to dim..
Stressors of life getting to my head
anchored in this 9–5 prison
until I figure out a plan
my dreams of being an artist, in the grips of my hands
Over worked, Auto pilot turned on
wake up, feed the cat, work, sleep
repeat, repeat, repeat
I can’t keep doing this shit