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Aug 2017
I've never been called crazy before,
Who knew it would drop my mood to the floor?

I need a pick me up by these candles,
Or somewhere to go; wearing sandals,

I need my lonely owl back to give me a hug,
with your cream and beige curly rug,

Protect me from these thoughts I'm having,
And all of these positive thoughts I'm condemning.
Sleepwalker
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Sleepwalker  20/M/UK
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