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Once upon a time, I had a story I could tell. But, now the facts have changed and as I suppose its just as well. For you see, I say my story it is one of scattered dreams. And, I was looking for an ending that would sew up all the seems. But, somewhere in the patchwork, in the throw rug of my mind, there was a loose thread that I just could never find. So, when it comes to taking action you know why I won't take part. For, all it takes is one good tug and my patchwork comes apart.
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May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 6:30 PM UTC
Patchwork of My Mind
Once upon a time, I had a story I could tell. But, now the facts have changed and as I suppose its just as well. For you see, I say my story it is one of scattered dreams. And, I was looking for an ending that would sew up all the seems. But, somewhere in the patchwork, in the throw rug of my mind, there was a loose thread that I just could never find. So, when it comes to taking action you know why I won't take part. For, all it takes is one good tug and my patchwork comes apart.
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May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 6:30 PM UTC
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