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My Task

I lay here listless, dreaming of the past. I lay here and wonder, what is my task?
I walk around in silence, stepping on the grass. I lay here and think, where went my mask?
I sit so still, and breath in and out. my breath takes over thinking, and there is nothing left to ask.



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