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contract
here i take my seat, my rendezvous with indignation festers on, much to my everlasting frustration
a dance i'm forced to take, with no knowledge of steps as if i've been tainted with the grueling cordyceps
endlessly interrogated, deemed an unfair share filled with despair, i'm mired in this eerie lair
why try to fight back? not like i can throw a punch not like my body's winning, it's all gone 'crunch'
widow
dear, oh dear, why haven't you come back home? your napkin is holstered, your tea is cold-blooded i'm fairly certain you weren't wandering alone! albeit, my concern grows about you leaving me on hold...
it's dark out, don't you know how unsafe it is? you could've returned sooner - you'd be met with bliss i miss hearing your knock, seeing your coat hanged i remained expectant for you, praying for no pang
my ears were greeted with the tires at a halt but wait - a grownup wailing? during this gloam? suddenly, a shot, i rush out, and i ask "am i at fault?" dear, oh dear, it seems you did come back home
goals
you’ve got a goal here, got a goal there out and about, almost everywhere how profound they are, distinctly rare oh my, it’s simply quite much to bear
but there lie two things to ask yourself: do they draw breath to be pursued? or just wander there to phase through? begging for notice, lest they be shelved
such ambitions give us reason to saunter on, to march forward but do not make them all-in-one otherwise, you’ll be horribly floored!
hold them gently - they’ll ease up slowly in the sensation, you’ll touch ardour take your time, and let them feel free goals - they exist for you to adore