Day five does arrive.
It's the end of the week.
Staying calm is what I strive.
So that I don't end up weak.
Chuck says, "So we live another day."
Just like in the mob.
Is there any escape, any other way?
Each day I spend here is another one they rob.
I look forward to the weekend.
I've endured a lot in the recent past.
It'll be time for me to heal and mend.
I hope my days off don't go by too fast.
I'll focus on good things to which I can look forward
Such as respite and rest
And new goals I make which I can begin moving toward.
And keep making myself the best.
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