Don't go back out there
It's scary out there
No one cares
It's just a trip to the stars and back
And another monkey
On your monkey's back
It's not weakness to choose life
To want to feel real
To look people in the eye
It's not too much to ask of yourself
To be kind
To make time for another person
Say please, hello and goodbye.
Tuesday, May 9
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