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Jul 2012
Why do I wander?
I have no path to follow.

Why do I search?
I have nothing I wish to find.

Why do I wonder?
Life is set in its ways.

Why do I long to be happy?
It seems such an impossible dream.

Why do I remember?
It matters not what I did.

I was.
I am.
I will be.

That is why.
Erin Lewis
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