Last week, I threw my hands up in the air, saying, "I'm done. I can't take it anymore." As I write this, that stupid song comes in my mind and distracts me. Saying HEY YEAH, or something like that. I've gone on strike this month. Professor Strike. Dishes Strike. Laundry Strike. Communication Strike. Father, Brother, Sister, Mother Strike... and the hardest one, Friend Strike.
my shoulders are taut like stone
they climb on to give me strength
little do they know the cure is
a tickle
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