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Mar 2015
Squinting eyes in the pale sunlight
Does not give me the freedom to know that I'm warm

Loud noises and bitter drinks
Make me numb but not happy

Because knowing that hole is still there,
That void that I cannot bare,
Is waiting to be full of something I'm afraid others cannot digest.
Had a moment of poetic inspiration and put this together
Tim Buggy
Written by
Tim Buggy  Dublin
(Dublin)   
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