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Jan 2015
I never dream when I am asleep.
In fact, I hardly close my eyes.
The curse upon me from my birth
Shows its face, but in disguise.
They say that I am just an artist
Destined to live post being dead.
But deep down I know the truth:
It is just a sickness in my head.
Angela Moreno
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