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Hidden Thoughts
What has come of my life?
What has come of my pride?
I've never strayed from my goal.
Yet, I'm still left in the cold.
I feel a promise of doom.
Beneath the stare of the moon.
Maybe I'm better off gone.
Maybe we're better off gone.
poem
by
Aaron Lynn
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