Missing Out

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Every day was the same;

I fell into a rut a long time ago

And could never crawl myself out.



Every day I went about the usual

Missing what made life beautiful-



A warm embrace from a friend,

The scent of early morning,

Those few moments of laughter.  



I considered my life boring

But it was because I never once

Searched out adventure.  



The doldrums of life were not

All there was to it;

There was so much more

I was missing out on.

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