Three ragged days
Leave behing breaths of promise.
Sunday builds a pressure so full, I bite back on screams.
Taken by nightmarish words that fall from momma's mouth,
I hustle straight to Monday
When promise breaks
and the future appears
Leave behing breaths of promise.
Sunday builds a pressure so full, I bite back on screams.
Taken by nightmarish words that fall from momma's mouth,
I hustle straight to Monday
When promise breaks
and the future appears
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