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Until Then

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10/22/2018
I sit today and think about tomorrow
Trading comfort for presum'ed sorrow
Why fret tomorrow when all we have is today?
Why live in sorrow and throw all comfort away?
Maybe that's the human nature in me
When presented with comfort, I choose to flee
One day soon I'll learn to be
But until then I'll live in misery

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