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September 10, 2017

I don't know why I wake with sun,

Or sleep beside the moon.

I don't know why I smile outside,

Or why I'm out of tune.

I don't know why I spend my time,

Or why I bother to blink.

I don't know why I take my pill

I might as well stop, I think.

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