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Nov 2013
Though always I know you'll be in my head
I've learned to be alone at night in my bed
The warmth of progression
Killing waves of depression
I know now to love everything
Regardless of what the weather brings
Before stood a box that I was trapped in
And broke out when I said "but it did happen."
See that's why I smile on what was once had
And suddenly it's not that bad.
Jack C Preston
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