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Oct 2013
I'm blind to the ways of this world. My sight has gone astray. The only feeling I have. Is my soul eroding away.

It slowly seeps on out. My essence on the ground. Trampled by many people. Lost and never found.

This shell of me remains. Floating through this sphere. Making that daily journey. A cog within the gear.

Maybe someday I'll look back. And have a chance to say. That it wasn't without meaning.
But today is not that day.
Written by
Greg Obrecht
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   crystal dean
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