Some days I wonder
Why I do what I do
Sit and stare
Go no where
Trashed dreams
Fake reality
Nothing will ever be the same
My past is the past
For a reason I can’t explain
Do I ever want it back
To the way it was
Am I glad I am here
Being the way I am
Because some days I wonder
Why I do what I do…
<3 Mrs D
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