May 19, 2012
5 o'clock; another day, another struggle
Another 8 hours surrounded by people who, among them, can not amount to a gram of likability
Yet who am I to judge?
I am the least likable of all

But at the end of gossip and lockers, stress and hugs
I can come home to you, spill it all out
Like a carbonated drink that's been rolling around on the car floor
And you won't judge
And you think I'm likable
Lovable even
So my complaints amount to

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