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Aug 2016
The day I die
I've extensively thought
I feel pensive and nervous
In worrisome thought
I find myself thinking
Bound to no lies
Or for whatever reason
Bound to know lies
I've told to myself
Creating my disguise
Where will I be
In the future
I'll know one day I suppose
But still I will ponder
My future
Again
And again
And again
I'll still wonder
Until the day that I die
I guess I'll know then.
Oliver Onley
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Oliver Onley
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