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May 2018
If only there was a way.
To escape these endless days.
To dive between the pages of a book.
To explore every nook.
To find treasures.
And adventure with heroes.
To be something other than myself.
In this endless dream.
That I call my reality.
Nathan Wilson
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Nathan Wilson  London
(London)   
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