5 minutes to the next day. A fresh start? Hardly..
My eyes feel parched, my lids leaden.
I should pray as my mum tells me too. Futile words she penned down on hopeful pages.
Things could be better, even if they are good.
Maybe I should pray for that, selfish as that might seem, but really, do I care?
Tomorrow never comes, that's why it's always like today.
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