Deals With Daylight

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By Tim Pozzi

If I name the pain, there's a chance I'll be asked again to explain, just how it came to be. The truth is, I know the story but it's how gullible I was and how inactive I am that leaves me shameful, blame is what I have to hold. So don't unfold your hands and take a seat and give all ears for me to keep you flying high, realized the importance of trying, but trying is relative to time. And in this case, time has left me cold and I'm older but I'm no closer to answers than I've ever been, maybe I was actually something once... Maybe I took much too long to decide, it feels easier to hide undercovers but I have to fight it. Each and everyday I chase it away.

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