Its another tired week, and will be another the next. Its okay, since I enjoy my work, somehow.

"The only way its right is to fake everythings' okay, is to make everything okay.", the former sounds better.

Simple pleasures are easy. As ironic, we're all not simple, thus, simple pleasures are difficult. The simpliest things we do that actually make ourselves feel happy, allowing us to release that little smile, so simple, yet so difficult.

"Break it off or let's get together.", true, but rather, why glue it when you want to destroy it in the end?

What's the best day of your life?

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No more waiting on them
as you rise inside new rooms
It's official you've gone
and you can live for noone else
man the guilt must be huge
As there's no gain in failure
you suceed at being mine
yeah old friend, see you there
I will be proud from afar
I can paint a picture
in a moment of memories
and there aren't many left
I am extradited, uninvited
Its just another Saturday
take a step to freedom
you and her loathing this cruel world
take a breath of shelter
and exhale trust and allegience
liberate yourself from hell

Its just another Saturday.