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Mar 2019
I wait upon a psychic
To tell me alls okay
To wake me from my nightmare
And make the bad stuff go away
The pain is all so frightful
But yet the pain it all so real
I dream about a child
A child all quiet and still
I need her to come closer
Closer closer still
To bring me peace and happiness
To bring me happiness still..
Thoughts
Skye Lawrence
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Skye Lawrence  24/F/Clacton on sea
(24/F/Clacton on sea)   
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