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Care
There is math to be done,
Cookies to be baked,
A man to lust after,
But I'm tired today,
So tired that I'll take,
A pass on caring today,
The laundry can wait,
The cookies never baked,
The man was never mine anyway,
So maybe tomorrow,
Or even the following day,
When I finish my math,
I'll wash my clothes and bake,
I'll comb my hair,
And put on a dress,
Deciding that I care,
And that doesn't make me worth less.
There is math to be done,
Cookies to be baked,
A man to lust after,
But I'm tired today,
So tired that I'll take,
A pass on caring today,
The laundry can wait,
The cookies never baked,
The man was never mine anyway,
So maybe tomorrow,
Or even the following day,
When I finish my math,
I'll wash my clothes and bake,
I'll comb my hair,
And put on a dress,
Deciding that I care,
And that doesn't make me worth less.
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