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I look around to see no one is
there.

There is no one I can trust over
here.

Everything is dark, the moon just came out.

I am alone, there's no one beside
me, its no doubt.

My thoughts are hazy, though my surroundings are clear.

With my future ahead of me, I think
I am near.

A writer, a poet, or both? Which
will I choose?

I made my desicion, with it I hope not to lose.





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