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Jan 2016
You saw an empty room,
But said you had to go.
So I'm left here,
So I'm left here.
There was no saying goodbye,
No question why.
I guess it's time to go,
It was all a good show.
It's time to figure what it all means,
When words are said.
But what one says,
Nobody really means
Trickery with words,
With a clock so full.
I took a second chance,
Knowing my glance didn't matter.
But that again is the fools chase,
Ignoring signs for time to waste.
What was,
Still is.
And what is,
Feels like it'll never change.
But it's my problem,
Never yours.
I guess now things need to change.
Seth Milliman
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Seth Milliman  South Bend, IN.
(South Bend, IN.)   
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