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Jul 2015
Often we stumble and fall,
Failing to see the reason behind it all...
The mind starts playing a wicked game,
Thoughts we cannot seem to tame.....
The demons seem to rise,
but still..
Silently hidden in a surreal disguise....
Is it a beast that is trapped?
Or is it one big mystery waiting to be unwrapped.....
The thought is that we have got it right,
Negligent of the loss in plain sight........
So be sure to know the lucid history,
Because there are two sides to every story.......................................
Everything is a mystery here.... So don't judge before you know the truth... All of it ....
Rose Grant
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Rose Grant  My own world
(My own world)   
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