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Oct 2015
There is a happy place in my mind,
and nothing can change that

Where I can hide away
when everything around me
is a big, fat mess.

This imaginary vacation in my head,
is always free to visit
when everything else fails me.

But what am I supposed to do,
when it's horrible to be thinking blue.
Written by
Ana Julia BB Lopes  Mexico
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