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May 2017
It's hard sometimes
You can't relive you past
And you're trapped by a future that won't listen
It's not that you're lost, it's just that
The road hasn't been paved yet
Waiting is like one of those blank mind moments
Nothing to forget
Nothing to remember
Just a feeling that nothing matters as much to you
You're not hurt
You're not inspired
You're not even trying to figure anything out
Existence turns to the sun
Watching it everyday
It's enough for me while my children play
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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