You say that Sunday is a holy day.
To restart your week over ,cleanse your mind and know it's nice to have a hopeful mind.
But now it seems like to me Sunday is hell. And the way I say this will tell, all the holidays so far it's been a Sunday. Which is quite odd, I feel like its hell because my family isn't together. My dad stays home. And my mom doesn't give a shit. My sisters always on her phone and it leave me with my thoughts. And I think of way back when Sunday's were such a good time. And being happy , thankful to be alive. Never cared for church. But I know holy water burned my forehead. I hate Sunday's because they're the absolute worst. Matter of fact. I hate mostly anything with the holidays , that's my new quirk.
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PoetryThis is my poetry and many more to come. thank you for reading . If you feel what I do, then I know it's real. "All poetry is written by me , do not take something and don't give credit for!"
