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Oct 2022
Perhaps you are not as you seem
Or perhaps the problem
As it always has been
Resides with me

For I am my not that
As I'm not angry when awake
But that too often now I have gone to dreams
And dreams don't die for me

Instead, I breathe
And in sleeping
Dreams die fast, sadly
Written by
       Em, R L, Cheryl Ann Warner, Zara rain, Lola Lita and 3 others
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