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Dec 2015
I sit in thought for hours
False hope creeps through my blood,
"I'm happy, so happy" I tell myself
And others, to be understood
As someone else, to be perceived
In a different light
So maybe someday I could be
Nearly, maybe, might.

But it's that that isn't seen
The being that's alone
who craves the life that 'should have been'
whose heart is but stone.
Clodagh O'Sullivan
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Clodagh O'Sullivan
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