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Nov 2016
Late nights
Sitting behind brightly lit screens
Always searching
Never finding the answers
You would try to sleep
But the thoughts wouldn't cease
What is your purpose?
Why are you here?
There are so many questions
So you search and you search
Never looking within
Always looking around
Written by
Ron  Michigan
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