Terse movements, rigid, you seem stressed
"Are you okay?"
It is relationships
It's money
I had this conversation
Nothing going right
And I'm here to listen
My smile fades
Could it be me
What did I do
Did I impact or move something along
Did this day, life, universe get ruined because of me
Has to be
Had to be
Always
Let me fix it
Let me help that
I will think of something
I will work this out
And you're fine, it's all figured out
I am emotionally, fiscally, and figuratively spent.
Time to curl up in that fuzzy blanket and go to sleep.
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