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May 8
Your life doesn't interest me,
My own life barely interests me.
Days upon days of the mundane.
You grow
You try
You feel
You change
You get by
I stay the same
Every now and then I get high.
I'm going nowhere
But truth be told
I'm happy right here,
Nothing's out there for me,
No love
No mercy
You don't have to be a genius to see
I'd be wrong to complain
I've been blessed
With every day the same
And a life
Most mundane.
Written by
Jason James  38/M
(38/M)   
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