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Poetry	2025-04-05 12:00:00 +0000	Introspective	Aimless	poetry

In an act of self defense I grew accustomed to solo living.

I held on to my two cents Unsure of when it should be given.

I thought this to be the fatal flaw That kept me from living right.

But now I see that aimlessness Is what kills all men at night.

Living without a purpose, Yet a desire to provide.

You know what you’d like to do, But what do you do with your time?