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Sep 2010
A world so worry-less...
I am bothered by a bad hair day.
So careless, thankless, of life itself.
So spoiled by comforts, no need for the past.
Realize this day,
special like my son.
I have no worries,
real ones at least.
I realize this today,
but my comforts may make me forget them tomorrow?
Written by
Jane
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