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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