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Dec 2012
I did what I love,
Now I pay the price.
My very happy weekend,
Now stalked by sleepless nights.
What have I become?
They've stripped me of my rights.
No longer have the option,
To do what I would like.

So goodbye dreams,
Goodbye dreams of mine.
Maybe just postponed,
Until I find the time.
amt
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amt  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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