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My thoughts


It's nice and sunny outside,

but it feels like its raining.

I sat in my room alone and in the dark,

trying to replace my thoughts with gaming.

 

Everyday I wonder and think,

how much do I miss with every blink?

 

Is the world spinning too fast,

or are there people who cant stop living in the past.

 

This could be your year,

for great things to achieve.

If you stop doubting,

and in yourself believe.

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