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Apr 2019
Didn't find what I came to find,
No calm moments, no peace of mind.
I'm off the grid and over the line,
So I can leave these **** things behind.

Didn't see what I came to see,
No restoration, no drive to be free.
Now on the road and I think you'd agree,
that whatever will be will be.

Didn't feel what I came to feel,
Just endless shadows, nothing was real.
Packed up when the lie was revealed,
and I'm not interested in cutting a deal.

Didn't learn what I came to learn,
Now I've been tossed aside, spurned.
And perhaps this thing I haven't earned,
but I'm gone now... and I'll never return.
Written by
Stephen S
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