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Aug 2013
Somewhere deep inside me,
is happiness.
Security.
  Comfort.
Somewhere inside me,
but none are triumphant.
Stress likes me though,
a lot,
I'm afraid.
Oh just to think of the things I would trade.
To be gone of my mistress,
my headaches,
tight neck.
That ***** I call strain
I would pay to forget.

A thousand gold pieces,
a million copper.
To cope with this ****-up
and cull my taut suffer.
To rest wrought resilience
and shame the old trophy.
A new era,
new chapter.
A new world where I see:
Security.
Comfort.
  and Happiness triumphant.
Jellyfish
Written by
Jellyfish  England
(England)   
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   sycokitten and maybella snow
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