Each day I open my eyes, I juggle the idea if what I do is worth it. Day in and day out it’s work, and I know I can’t complain when stacked against the world but damn. I’m tired.
Each day I open my eyes, I juggle the idea if what I do is worth it. Day in and day out it’s work, and I know I can’t complain when stacked against the world but damn. I’m tired.
Last updated August 21, 2015
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