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Sep 2018
Sadness erupts from
Thoughts &
Daydreams.

Wishful thinking &
Nightmares.

Loneliness &
Reality.

The list can go on
And on…

Must I feel this way
When I have nothing to gain?

Must I torture myself
When I feel so empty?

The bane of my existence
Is to feel this pain.

I can’t embrace happiness
The way most folks do.

If I ever were to feel
Joy…

Then that would be only
In paradise.
Dor
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Dor  24/F/221 B Baker Street
(24/F/221 B Baker Street)   
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     rose and Lydeen
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