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Nov 2017
I should be happy
But that’s not how I feel.
I’m sitting in a puddle
Of sorrow and doubt.
And though it’s just a puddle,
There’s no way out
If I stand up,
Then maybe I won’t drown.
But something,
And I don’t know what,
Is holding me down.
Written by
CJ Tims
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