The money is never high, but it’s a nice sentiment
Wondering why being a working person has to hurt so much
Oh it’s just the weather shifted and now I’m in agony
What I wouldn’t give to just go to bed and stay there for a while
But I stay up, you see, at least up. At least out of bed and sitting and interacting with the day
I must not become bed ridden
Practically bed ridden but not completely
I have to keep fighting even without anyone with me
Some fluffy potatoes and a bunny butler to keep me company
Keep me going
Thank the universe for sending them to me
Curse what ever it is that causes death for taking them away
Keep fighting
Even with nothing I have to go on
Even with hunger and an empty bank account bringing me down
I have to keep fighting on
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