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Nov 2012
I am feeling drunk
with no sleep
feeling all on my own
people it it hard being me
I am so very surreal

and that is so not me
guess i stay but you might
want me to go away
but here i am sitting by your fire
and the embers of my youth

I really have no way to expiable
say why i am this way.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
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