Friday Morning comes eventually
keeping me unhappy,
For it is the day
I crept to feel with it uneasy,
A day when the doomsday is to reign.
The sins I committed here in my mind
coming ,coming, to unsecure me,
For no one sees it as such kills me.
But the Unpleasant truth it is for me.

If any one was there to envisage
That the things I believe makes me
dwell in me like in a cage.
I would have spared all of me
To live in his age.

Yet the truth remains unchanged
wheather it is found or undiscovered.



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