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Aug 23
My head has ran out of mere excuses to write
But my heart has Endless endeavour
To carry them out.
I stare at the empty pages
With not a word in sight.
The ink playing games with my head
It wishes to stay in tact.
But I long for the drama to begin.
so that I can unfold the misery
of my past.
I don't want to tell the world .
But they need to know.
So that they can be inspired.
Rosalind Heather Alexander
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Rosalind Heather Alexander  61/F/Edinburgh Scotland
(61/F/Edinburgh Scotland)   
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