A letter to anyone with time
Dear reader,
I sleep in a crap bed.
I've made many decisions its no mystery I'm a fool
I live at home, I'm 19 and I'm still in high school
I keep telling myself "this is the year" but I still don't know yet
I still have my doubts , I'm not willing to bet
But I'll give it my all, because what have I got to lose
I don't want to keep my crappy job I'll probably blow a fuse
But I'll put up with my job until my education ends
Because I alone made this crappy bed.
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Author:
Ernie (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I'm back from my summer vacation and I'll probably be uploading less frequently though since both school and work.
- Category: Reflection
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