The things I still try to remember
On a day, vaguely painted by who knows who
I never knew, I just wandered along, making no sense
just eating, seeking, words to go along with this guilty nothing
I retrace the sentence, to no avail
I want to feel something I can write in a journal
and keep to myself for no one else to read
unless of course...
it's found by,
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