Must Find Poem by Christopher A Johnson

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I'm so sick of life and the things i do
Without i would spend my life dreaming
I never pulled my head out to find whats wrong
I have to find a way before its all to late
Can't let the light touch me
I can't let it find me
first i have to find a way
And myself

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