Monday
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Monday morning
Feels like hell
Shouldn't start the week so exhausted
Cram all the chores in on the weekend
Don't have time for them on the weekdays
No time for living—just existing
I hate Mondays...
Harsh reality
Slaps me in the face
The weight of too many responsibilities
If not for working
If not for getting by
Might have time for all the rest
Might have time for a life
I hate Mondays...
Monday evening
Was when I finally told you
That I was rather fond of you
Monday evening
Was when you told me
(As politely as you could)
What I already knew
That you didn't care
Every Monday
Since that night
I've counted the lonely weeks go by
I walked out your door
And walked out of your life
But you won't leave my thoughts
I hate Mondays...
Foolish Anger
I'd hoped I'd be spared this
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