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Apr 2020
I sit here an torture myself,
Running in circles but thinking I'm moving forward.

Will I ever learn?
Why am I like this?
What's the point of it all?

To be happy, I guess...
So why do I do this to myself?

Why can't it be easy?

Too many questions,
Not enough answers.

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   Bogdan Dragos
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