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Ian Sep 13
As I sit on this bench
I contemplate the future

I imagine what I’ll do tomorrow

I think of what I’ll be when I’m older

I guess when I’ll die

I weigh the options of being alone of with the ones I love
And where I’ll be that final night

I think about the love I have

I think about the love I’ll have next year

Of all of these thoughts from this bench, the saddest is leaving it behind

— The End —