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Sep 2010
once in a while,
I’ll sing to myself
I’ll pick up a guitar
strum out a few chords
knowing it isn’t good
should I?
it makes me happy
but doesn’t effect anyone
else-
then, I knew
nothing I knew
was for me
that, I found,
was when
my search
began
Written by
Zachary Fore
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