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Sometimes I feel old over the hill worn out ready to throw in the towel Sometimes I feel young just beginning life not yet in my prime raring to get going Sometimes I don't feel at all conscious of each breath hearing the most inaudible sounds of silence unsure what to do next Where I am today I may not be tomorrow Where I am tomorrow I may not be next week The ebbs and flows of life and emotion leave me paralyzed Sometimes
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Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 12:33 PM UTC
Sometimes
Sometimes I feel old over the hill worn out ready to throw in the towel Sometimes I feel young just beginning life not yet in my prime raring to get going Sometimes I don't feel at all conscious of each breath hearing the most inaudible sounds of silence unsure what to do next Where I am today I may not be tomorrow Where I am tomorrow I may not be next week The ebbs and flows of life and emotion leave me paralyzed Sometimes
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Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 12:33 PM UTC
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