Torn Worthless Tickets

Hey, when you seriously say, today is my lucky day, it means nothing.

Your statement falls in every sidewalk crack, swings with a an extremely weak Styrofoam bat, words a dark cloud without any rain, an invalid ticket on a far gone train.

I’m praying to ignore it all. Block these unimportant calls. Keep my head on things above where real treasure awaits with sincere hugs, putting your pothole pitfalls noted and pushed away. Hey.

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