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Sunday Nite Blues

,COLD,WINDY SUNDAY NITE,I RISE AT 7PM,ITS ALREADY PITCH BLACK.I HATE SUNDAYS,THEIR THE WORST,I THINK.I KNOW THERES PEOPLE WORSE OFF THAN ME ,I DO.I KNOW,MAYBE I HAVE NO RIGHT TO COMPLAIN.IVE COME TO TERMS WITH THE FACT,ILL BE ALONE FOREVER.WHEN I LOOK BACK AT MY NEGLIGENT PAST,IM NOT SURPRISED.IVE TRIED TO DO GOOD THINGS,TO REDEEM MYSELF.SOMEONE,I KNOW,EVEN RECOGINIZED MY WANTING TO BETTER MYSELF,AND TOLD ME,THAT I WAS DOING SELFLESS THINGS,AND THAT KARMA,WOULD COME BACK TO ME.BUT MAYBE IT WONT,MAYBE THERE IS NO REWARD,FOR BEING GOOD.OR TRYING TO BE,SELFLESS.ON THIS DARK SUNDAY NITE,I PRAY FOR THE COMING OF DAWN,ONLY THEN DOES MY DEPRESSION LIFT.
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I see you have always wanted to be good. That is not enough. Strength is important. It will decide how long you can remain good. I guess now on you should do for yourself so that you can do for others later on !