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Jan 2012
So here we are again
past midnight, I am pacing
up and down the streets of
my new neighborhood,
in the rain,
going nowhere and feeling
too much.
At first I blamed the coffee
but a week without it, and Iā€™m
doing the same thing.
Wide awake for no *******
reason.
I obviously have to dig
deeper.
Written by
Blake Bumpus
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