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Monday was her name
Monday was her name
She would've encompassed, the smiles and cries
With the summary, of many week’s gone bye,
Her predecessor is the Sunday when I decide.
To let Monday be the beginning
of a better life.
Trust is a part Monday’s lies.
But Sunday is when the truth can survive.
Believing in thyself is always compromise.
A good night sleep will give you the direction
you need to find