As the day passes by she is consumed by the past
The who, what, why and if anything is meant to last
The mind
The body
The voice
Is there a meaning to life and do we have a choice
Rattled by thoughts and darkness from before
A time in her life when she begged for more
Now still struggling but on different terms
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Will she ever really learn
The questions seem silly and the answers so clear
Could she start living each moment not driven by fear
Ugh
What a day
What a moment
Sigh...
Back to work I go... before I blow it!
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