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Sunday, February 06, 2022

I’m somewhere in my mind, somewhere far away, dreaming of days gone wishing I could have another chance to do things right.

I didn’t have a chance. I’ve always been an outsider no matter where I went. No one ever wanted me around.

I’m hopeful about tomorrow and the tomorrow after that. Maybe someone, someday, will give me a chance.

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