candles being snuffed out sun rising slowly in the sky eat my early morning snack combination on rye waving bye-bye, go to work something's not quite right 5:00 has run around now its time to take flight closing the door, time to get out the weather already hot and stifling sometimes i feel like im the winner and sometimes i feel trifling sometimes, sometimes i wonder if im dead or alive and not wanted skies slowly turning blue nothing enters my mind no bad thoughts, no misgivings no one i have to go find all the, thoughts that grab me i know i have to be alive cause im coming back again as a member of the hive you know im not dead but am i alive? i think, therefore i must beBirth sign: Aries
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