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Writer's pictureGurdit

Recurrent Thoughts

I often don’t know,

How I’m going to get past,

Through the big day ahead,

And it just goes by,

Waving a hand in my face,

Saying goodbye.

I often don’t know,

How hard it’s going to be,

Dealing with everything,

But it just happens by,

Maybe a little hiccup later,

Easier done,

Than imagined.

I often don’t know,

If I want to do it,

Yet I stick around to know,

How long does it take to let go,

For me the chance,

The day had sent,

While passing by.

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