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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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