My job devoids my eyes of sunlight…
- I whisper – hang in there for another bill;
My body bends and aches in parts and nooks…
- I whisper – hang on, we’ll get better soon;
My inner child shakes violently under waves of anxiety…
- I whisper – hang in there for another heartbeat;
My mind screams in broad daylight „Off yourself!”…
- I whisper – hang in there for another sunset.
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