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parking lot

this day
this day
this fucking day
when I look at my bank balance
and feel so crushed
to see a number that small
when I've been pushing and
pushing and
pushing
and looking
and trying
(why oh why does it seem
we can never ever ever ever ever get ahead)

my bubble of optimism
burst
in the wind and

this day
this day
this fucking day
the day
that I asked for help
because I knew I needed it
and I got it

all I had to do was ask
Written by SmilingAndSeething
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Inspired by a day of extreme emotions.
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