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Aug 2017
I do not know where I am
I do not recognize this place

This mind
What I thought was so well seasoned
Ready for great things
Now blackened charcoal
And somehow forgotten
Along with the ability to keep up

Please
Slow the **** down, man
I
Think
I'm

Lost.
I'm sad today.
Taylor Ganger
Written by
Taylor Ganger  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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