Turning A Chore to a Bore to my Core

Your Core is what gets you going, what is your core? Or do you live a life in bore?

With every sun and moon, you stay waiting for your time like a racoon.

I spend my night and day like a wolf, hunting for my success

like it's prey without any delay.



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