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Nov 2014
I wallow in a glass,
and look upon the world with disdain.
When I only have myself to blame.
Too much has changed and I can't go back.
I'm not the same nor are you.
I grow weary of this game.
Perhaps I'll wake up from this dream.
For now, I'll just keep moving along
trying to find a purpose.
Mel
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