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Oct 2017
do you ever wonder
what it feels like
to be completely, utterly, content
because I do

the days turn to nights
and the moon never fails to show
and soon enough the sun does the same

but no matter what
we sit, we work, and we talk
but theres always the next thing

and now
I just want to know
why can't we be content
why must we search, always moving on
April
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