The end.
It’s the end of the world. It was
red. Needed to be pushed. Nothing could stop you. I mean so many pushed yours
so why not push theirs? It’s only fair right? I guess yours didn’t send off any
missiles or anything but you got hot headed all the same. Not to mention the
day you had was just awful, your shirt snagged on the stair railing and one
fell off, and then the one you got from your kids sports pictures from when
they were 7 somehow was thrown out. These just made a whole day somehow but yet
they end up making some sort of difference.
I guess they are what they are, a button’s a button no matter its
impact, good or bad.
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