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Jun 2014
Contentment, the waist of busy bodies’ blind eye

This constant state might make life pass unnoticed by

And without the essence of our true self to know

Who is to correct the waywardness this world now shows

With technology a constant item of our bliss

We cannot see the natural wonders that we miss

Oh god if you just put down your **** phone

And let the beauty of this world become known

It would fill up the empty feeling in your soul

You get when sitting utterly alone

Because knowing ones own self is a true gift

That comes only to people who actively live

-Megan Ducote
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