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Jan 2017
And so I sit in my box
My life planned out for me
Every footstep paved for me
My eyes are morbid, still
I have no dream
It is dying slowly
This colourful life I invisioned for myself
Is slowly, ever so quietly
Becoming nothingness
My dream is dead
My eyes no longer light up with passion
This it what I am
Elizabeth Burns
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Elizabeth Burns  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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