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In the morning hours,
sitting, with pen in hand,
words pouring forth
like mental sand.
Falling to paper,
inscribed with ink,
only I know what I think.
My mind is filled,
with words galore,
pouring out through an open door,
for my hand is starting to hurt,
as I sift through the sandy dirt.

I have a problem, that I now see.
That little problem, I believe is me.
When life has changed; gone amok.
If everything you touch is just bad luck.
It is hard to control my mentality.
To remain positive taking care of thee.
I need some time of my own, that I see.
A time that will revive and refresh,
So I regain a better looking reality.

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