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Dec 2021
The problem is with my eyes.
You see the problem is that my soul sits like a question mark in them.
The problem is that whenever I hear the sound of the "Wah wah" details of your day - you can see the question mark start to flip.  
And my eyes roll back into my lids.

The real problem lies within my mind.
It tends to detach and retreat to a blank state.
The problem is that whenever it decides to come back I'm in the middle of driving  and I can't remember if I passed any red lights.
And my mind just don't feel right.
Sabrina DLT
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Sabrina DLT  Los Angeles, California
(Los Angeles, California)   
102
   TSPoetry
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