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therighttothink50 · 56-60, M
Hovering in the dark moon sky,
Always questioning and wondering why time seems to so easily fly right by,

Clinging to past days of yesteryear,
Cemented within worry and fear,

Unable to fly toward the early morning light of dawn,
Regretting the day one was born,

The deafening silence of indifference fills the air,
Too much to bare but always aware, locked into the cement like despair.....

 
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