A New Life . . .

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empty chairSpider webs in the corner
Dust collecting on the place of honor.
Silence surrounds
Insanity abounds.

Days go by
But no longer do I cry.
Driving in circles every day,
Not lost, just earning my pay.

I laugh and giggle
And tend to get myself into a pickle.
Now I walk with my head held high
And people notice when I walk by.

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