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Dec 2014
There's more to life than just me, My worries, fears and anxieties,
There's more to life than just me, My wants, needs and desires, 
Yet My reality is all I see,
And my life begins and ends with me,
But hold on a second, when did it ever not?!
Who? What? When? And how?
Will these questions ever stop?
Marvelled by life I continue to think about my life or what I know as my reality!
Nameless
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Nameless  London
(London)   
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