bright sunny Sundays was what I've grown accustomed to
sipping my hot tea on the garage porch
as a child I'd always dream of Mondays
what would happen after a gaiety day filled with the laughter's of everyone
would we fall back into the cycle of misery
because to me Sunday seemed like the only cheerful day
and Monday seemed like being thrown into purgatory
both were the same
just on other sides
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LOL does this even make sense, in my head it does but I would like to know from you.
