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Mar 2018
Is it safe to feel nothing?
Is it safe not to feel?
Consumed and obsessed
by the fact this is real

No pride or pain
To hold or heal
A sense is lost
What's it to steal

You stole from me
A lifelong dream
of hope and warmth
I'm cold it seems

Frozen still
I'm frozen still
Time moves on
I hope I will
Clodagh O'Sullivan
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Clodagh O'Sullivan
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