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Jan 2010
I said it then and I say it now,
this world was never meant for, and is not for me.
I can not fall to the occasion, nor pretend to know how,
while I am here in this life, and succeed to be happy.
This is not a place for dreams,
there is no rest while among the restless wondering.
I do not know what is as it seems,
when these things I do not dream are not my things.

SDPope
Written by
Stephanie D Pope
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