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So Far

Today I feel,

I’ve come so far,

Far from where I started this year.

Yet, it feels,

I’m stuck at the same place,

Stuck where I left myself last year.

But the earth’s been rotating,

Revolving and dying,

Dying each day with us.

Yet, why I’m stuck,

Where I was before,

Before this happened to all of us.

Am I moving,

Now or ever,

Ever from this place again?

Am I living,

The life that I desire,

Desire, if at all, to live again?

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