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Aug 2017
It doesn't really matter,
Or have a place in reality.
But I care.

It's not substantial,
You can't see it.
I swear it's there.

It's not real to me,
But no less fake.
It makes me feel.

It's present and past,
Never could last.
But it helps me heal.
Written post night shift
Harry Roberts
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Harry Roberts  23/M/Between despair and joy
(23/M/Between despair and joy)   
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