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Chips

Here I am
Picking up the chips
That you’ve left behind
I am tired of cleaning
I am tired of lying
I am tired of rearranging
I clean of the chips of your life
I make things better
I am unseen but do so much
I am there but never seen
In the shadows I lurk
Only to come out when times are bad
I’m tired of cleaning up the chips
This is the end



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