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May 2018
I imagine myself in a white little room,
Theres a white little bench, which there's no need to groom.
I'm just sitting there, hugged by my man.
He is telling me: "everything is ok"
And to argue with this I have no way,
I got nothing to say.
I just stay.. this way.. in this calm state of mind, in which I have nothing to hide.
Then I stand, and Just walk.
In my own special way.
Written by
Olie  27/F
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       Elizabethanne and JL Smith
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