...you feel like a slug holding on tight to a frail flower stem...
...others you just feel like curling up in bed and forget about the world outside...
Some days all you can muster is a gentle form of protest againts the unjust things in life...
...others you scream for all that your worth... And then a bit more...
Some days you're more than ready to take on the world...
...others far from...
And some days you just have to think about it...
I wonder what kind of day today is?
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