The thing about real life is
That it most often hits you
Unexpectedly
It stays away for so long that
When it appears
You automatically go into
Panic mode
Almost like you forgot how to function
You knew it was coming
Staring at you from the wings
And now that it is
Here
All you can do
It breathe into a
Paper bag
And face the music
That it most often hits you
Unexpectedly
It stays away for so long that
When it appears
You automatically go into
Panic mode
Almost like you forgot how to function
You knew it was coming
Staring at you from the wings
And now that it is
Here
All you can do
It breathe into a
Paper bag
And face the music
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