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Weighing my options was never my bag,
I looked no more farther than now.
No questions of future crossed this here path,
Living kept me far from dying
The irony of life, is what’s kept me here,
Alive and breathless whilst I run.
Alone in the hills, I think of the one,
The time that my dime turned to run.
Tomorrow is here, as I sit and stew,
Forgetting the day left behind.
One foot in the door, the other will follow,
My shoes leave the mark of my path.
As I lay to rest, I smile inside,
For now I can rest and reside.
Dreams do not come, no pleasure for me,
The nightmares seem oh so elusive.
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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