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Feb 2015
All I do is walk around in circles
go to the same place each night
not knowing where I should be heading
because it's too bright
I want to go near the church
but my feet won't let me
I turn to the bench and sit there to ponder
write about how my day was so ******
get bitten  by mosquitoes
who love me
and who is to blame for this pathetic situation
only one person and that is
me.
Written by
Seven
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