The story of our life
In the morning, the mighty morning,
we wake up alone.
Setting up the tone,
For a whole new day,
but, hey,
work is waiting for no one,
not waiting for black swan
events, my two cents
are on the fact that,
somewhat,
I can't tell you
how hard
is to feel alone, in the middle
of all those people.
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