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Jan 2016
my dreams, do not dream
but my eyes seem
like a senseless pull is underneath them
i feel unwashed, unclean, but you said, 'dont worry my dear'

i listened my god
you listened by god
then you listened to intently

you tied my arms back and lured me in
this hole i dig, but only for you
my eyes can see you are my only reality
someone who has schzophrenia and can not distinguish reality
Leila Valencia
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Leila Valencia
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