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Oct 2010
This life
This second
Pases by like fraight trains over never ending tracks;
and the endless miles ofΒ Β big rigs on the interstate

This life
This minute
Dwindles away like the drop of rain off a leaf right after the rain
And theΒ Β harsh realization

That this is'nt home- It's not even close
Home was better; Much warmer despite all the negative exposures of the past

every moment every ounce of emotion

burrows within
like the rats in your wall.
and the coldness in your soul.
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