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The Bad Days

Some days are not just your day
Sometimes it’s just your turn to be “IT”
To be the unlucky one
You shouldn’t feel bad about it
You’re just one in seven billion

You might be the early bird
But the worm would arrive late
And by then the other birds are there
They’d fight you for it and win
Some days are like that

You might be the sun
Hoping to rise and shine
But here comes rainfall
And you’d be covered with wet clouds
What could you have done

The universe is one big complexity
That no man could dare tell me he gets
So when those bad days come
And they’ll surely come
Just say, “Fuck it, I’m still alive.”

Because that’s all that matters…

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