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Aug 2010
Lost
Blindly wandering
Without hope

Nothing fulfills,
Everything eats away
at me

Waking each day
to an empty soul
Dreading each minute,
Every second

Building foundations for nothing
A soul wasted
Ever falling short

Let the music pass me by,
"God, I'm tired."
I have some down days okay.

(c) Jesse Bourque
Jesse Bourque
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