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Feb 2012
The day drags on with painful speed,
My mind bogs down in unquenchable need,
The wishes and dreams saturated with life,
Hope dull luster; callused with strife.
Society pulls me further down,
Motivation to escape no where to be found,
Time passes; Dreams no longer carried,
When you’ll pass, they’ll find you’ve long since been buried.
Aaron Driver
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