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I’d like to disappear for a little while To indulge in self-exile Down a road Long overgrown To hide away From this disarray
The past twenty four hours I have been in a state of disbelief. I missed a day of writting poetry and there is no source of relief. A constant state of grief. Now, this day that has been granted is now a day of redemption.
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