Another Friday

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    Another Friday

    Friday might as well just be another Friday.

    Another, high on dry and fight flighting, day.

    Forget where my mind is and trip over the line, day.

    Might as well just be another hi, how’re you doin’, day.

    Another, say good, good day, day.

    Friday. I spend just another dollar, day.

    See your face and look down, day.

    Color another book of drawings, day.

    Another, misplace those morals in my bloody veins, day.

    Red, white and blue collarless, day.

    Don’t want another day with technology, day.

    Where is my phone, again, day.

    I think I might have a terminal illness, day.

    Should I stay or should I go, day.

    Sing that song for the fifth time, day.

    Another, flash your smile and lie, day.

    Put me in the back seat because you called shotty, day.

    Laugh with your scars because you wont laugh at them, day.

    Damn, I didn’t drink enough glasses of water, day.

    This is my mother and father, day.

    Another, put one toe forward and pull the whole foot back, day.

    You are my best friend and make me happy, day.

    Nothing belongs to me, day.

    Another, a stranger looked me in the eye, day.

    Make another assumption, day.

    Teach me a lesson because you know you’re smarter, day.

    Green is my favorite color, day.

    Cry because you told me the truth, day.

    Another, feeling consumes another action, day.

    Hide your secrets and keepers, day.

    Hit all the wrong buttons and shy away, day.

    It’s my lucky moment and I’ve won, day.

    Another, forget to push all you had, day.

    Look back on what you’ve done and got to do, day.

    Heard what you said but wasn’t listening, day.

    Friday. It might as well be another day.

    Until a Saturday, it’s another Friday, day.

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