Monday blues and Tuesdays burn
The better bottle froze when I tried to open it
I don't know about you
I don't know about me
The better moments were when I smiled, happily
A child misguided
Under guidance of his swooned mother
Otherwise a patron saint oppose to an evil father
Burdened blood never filters between the misty skies
And darkened space
This tragedy
This trajectory of paternal hurt and burdened pedigree
Follows you
And nudges you
Insisting to speak to people you dislike
My better bottle froze when I tried to open it
Now I'm ready to fight
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