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7 Days Later


Aimlessly wandering as life happens to me,

its already been 7 days,

I can’t tell how I came to be,

on a bus heading nowhere,

with the sun streaming on my face,

thinking when is the next stop of life,

I really need to slow this pace,

for 7 days came and 7 days went

and now I wonder of the 7 days spent.

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