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Feb 2016
Some days when I wake up from a dream
I find it hard to be, what is me
and my mind drifts off into a surreal world
where it is hard to find what my conscious mind has to do with me
sometimes it's not even the way really feel
nor act, but my mind seams to pull it off
and that day that is me
but not maybe really the way I feel
other days my mind is reaching out
on all side, then goes off like nuclear bomb
and all hell breaks loose
then I hide under the blankets
and drift off to a surreal world
wake up and starts over again.
LoVe    P@ul    ***.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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