Is feels strange to write,
Before the day is done.
Stronger feelings,
Could always come.
Putting my day,
On this page,
It's what I'll go back to,
In another age.
I sense the rest of the day,
May not be mine,
So I am taking,
Just this moment in time,
Reflecting on how,
I can overthink it all.
Throw it up in the air,
And watch it fall.
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