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Aug 2014
Who am I?
I ask myself as I lay down to sleep.
And beg the thoughts to go away,
And ask my soul to keep.
I'm searching for my path in life.
The stamp to call my own.
And as my eyes drift slowly closed.
I feel more and more alone.
Adam Johnson
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