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Oct 23
I don’t like the days and I don’t like the nights.
I only like parts.
I want to enter the part where I enter dreamland.
Even while awake later.
Just outside flying with the wind.
No distraction.
Being what I want to be.
For once and for all.
I want peace and dreams.
In the dark and sometimes in the light too.
But not too light, I became allergic to light.
Cause this life has left me burning and not able to face the brightness of another difficult day.
And the sounds are so horrific that they take my soul to leave it lost in space.
And my body cannot move.
It’s lying there still.
Sharon Miedema
Written by
Sharon Miedema  28/F/Badhoevedorp
   Ken Pepiton and Larry
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