I remember I used to hate Sundays
It makes me sick 'cause the next day will be stressful
Now that I got older, I hate it more
I leave home on Sundays
I'll be away from my comfort zone
I will be hectic again
And be with people I am not close with
I just want this cycle to end
And bring back my smile when this day of the week brings me joy again.
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I Write My Mind Here
PoetryThere are secrets that you can't tell someone even those who are closest you.