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Jun 2018
I lay outside in the sun,
Soaking in the warmth of the sun.

It is hot out,
But I still feel cold.

Iā€™m cut off by the world around me,
The distance between my mind and reality is increasing rapidly.

Soon I will just be a hollow shell,
My mind lost in the past and the future.

I need you to bring me back to reality,
I need you to bring me back to you.
(C)ibarker
Barker
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Barker  M/Ottawa
(M/Ottawa)   
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