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12/04/23 at 12:28AM
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Alone I sit,
in my quiet reverie,
questioning how, all
of this came to be.
There were no signs
of impending doom.
Twas bright and quiet
in the library room.
Didn't I ask you,
one time before,
If you have answers,
knock on the door.
If you did not
why must we then,
go back again,
ad infinitum>
