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As a young adult looking back on the past, the amount of mistakes made is unfathomable. I feel as if the most important is something we all struggle with everyday. 
Day to Day, it’s all mundane…. The will to find a little time, Come with me, sit with me, Passing the time. As if it was given…. Or taken away, I do not have time for For a mundane kind of day.
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