Untitled Poem by Nicole Callaway

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I got to thinking the other day
how much longer do I have to stay

Time passes by as slow as can be
my days spent in a restless sleep

No way of knowing what's right or wrong
criticized for mistakes made in the past long gone

Can I end it short, or would that be a mistake
if only I understood how people think

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