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Jan 30
My mind is racing
My thoughts are pacing
Drowning in the things unknown

My best friend no longer exists
And the rest aren't seen through the mist
But I'm continuing to move on

The lack of sunshine that I see
It makes him sad, the bumblebee
But he continued to fly on

Where is the happiness I once felt
There it is continuing to melt
But the candle still smells pretty
Written by
   Carlo C Gomez
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