Saturday, September 17, 2011

Dear Reader

Today is Saturday. It feels like a Wednesday.
I work at night and come home tired.
I sleep during the day and live life expired.
Tomorrow's Sunday, the next day's Monday.
I stay up late to think and create.
A new week to progress, a new project to express.
Yesterday is gone. Today is here.
Every new day, I'll be sincere.

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