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SATURDAY MORNING LOVE

Im sick of being,
A hypocrite,
Every Saturday morning arrives,
Just to make me devasted,

Indeed,
I cannot tell
Who turned me to this?
Time and reason are out of sight,

Ive tried my best,


To open my heart,
But I was turned down now,
I just eager to leave it,
As soon as possible,

Oh,
Saturday morning,
Why are you laughing at me?
Why are you suffocating me?
Why do you even exist?

Every Friday night,


The moon shines brightly,
Makes me worried,
About what I need,
To go through,
The next morning.

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