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Lie Anyway

I didn’t make my bed this morning, Or any other for that matter, But I’ll lie in it anyway Because sleeping feels a whole hell of a lot more productive Than staring up at the ceiling Thinking about all the failures I’ve allowed myself to become

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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