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May 2020
i have stuff to do each day
but i often sit here and wonder
what happens when i run out of things
and then becomes the thunder

my life flashes over me
it's dark and stormy too
no weather that i can control
and one including you

i'll sit by myself day in day out
in isolation in a dark room
as i sit and sit and wonder and wonder
how long until my flower blooms

how long until this is all over
and i can go back to normal
as my life was just getting better
and now it's just awful
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