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Mar 2012
You can't break my shell
Or tear down my walls
The sounds of your voice
Are filling these halls.

You pray and you hope
For some little sign
Something to show you
I'm really just fine

On the surface, you see
Of this little scheme
Is not who I am
or who I have been.

Stuck in a hole
Alone and a loss
No words and no signs
For what is the cause

Forever it seems
Stuck with these dreams
Happiness lingers here
For the rest my years.
David
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David  Canada
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