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Mar 2013
My bed is the floor.
My food is the air.
My drink is my thought.
My clothes are my worries.
My thoughts are my poison.
My feelings are my surroundings.
My happiness is lost in my confusion.
My only comfort was you.
Cora Lee
Written by
Cora Lee  Idaho
(Idaho)   
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