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Jun 2015
Please DO tell me so
why are dreams bad and fk with my mind

They tell me things
that are just not there
not in my world of reality
mostly bring me down, never up
tell me things that are just lies
sometimes take close to a *******
almost there, hit me with a nail in my face
blood flowing, that morphes, into the ex
F
K these dreams and the ex
never getting me one of them again
she has mest with my mind.
Surreal    P@ul.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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