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Too busy to live
We're always looking,
Searching, reaching
For the next thing,
Person, place
That maybe,
We miss the things
That really matter
Only to find
At the end
Of our lives
That we've never
Really lived.
Wednesday 3rd August 2016 3:23 pm
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