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Jun 2013
Do you days ever get so jumbled,
that nights run into days and days run into nights.
Reality becomes your dreams,
dreams becomes nightmares,
and night mares become reality.
Reality that runs into the night.
Or day?

*Perhaps it's only afternoon.
Totally scrambled thoughts. Insomnia at its best.
Damaged
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Damaged
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   Sydney Victoria
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