Day's move on.

As the day moves on,

and on and on it go's

I move along,

but only of the thought of being wrong.

I don't like the feeling of yesterday,

but as if its still today,

trying to stay up, 

as of not to fall and lay.

To see people do as of they do,

Reminds me of what i've gone through,

and as of that with bitter and cold,

I ask "who are you?"

They just disappear and left with me,

There's no one else to see

I try to think,

Of who could I be?

There I am by myself,

Standing there thinking 'bout the health,

Still standing there,

alone, no one else.

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This is wonderful ...