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All I ever do

I work my hands to the bone
To lay out that hard, rough stone
I bruise my muscles and harm my feet
Just so I can pay for what I eat
I do it all because i must
When I wish that I could turn to dust
This is my life and you will see
that guy outside your door is me

Working sucks...especially when u have no other choice

    I plan to revise this poem: please leave constructive criticism!
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  • Syko Path
    November 2

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    i absolutly LOVE the last 2 lines

    "This is my life and you will see
    that guy outside your door is me"

    this writeis super splendiferous


    • Resokona
      November 3
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      hmmm...splendiferous eh? I'll have to figure out how to remember that when i put that in my dictionary...