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Out of It
Solitude, away from everything I've come to know
Which is all I've ever known.
I can't remember the past,
So the present's its replacement.
Away from the present,
With a forgotten past,
and the future is unknown.
I may be real out of it today,
But I don't know any better.
Past, present, and future.
What did they hold in store?
What are they? What will they?
Eventually the present will become the past.
It will also be forgotten.
Eventually the future will become the past.
It will be forgotten, too.
Being so out of it makes me think,
Realize, and focus.
"Out of It," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, April 12th, 2011
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