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Sep 2018
Lucidity is something we take for granted.
I sure do...
And yet I move on with my life blindly...
And so do you too.
As we ponder out our night,
Planning out our next move.
Praying away all future strifes,
To ourselves for better moods,
We know this world not be as sound.
Where is the end leading us to?
The end being a power outage...
Our end we shut down when life's due.
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