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Mar 2014
A storm cloud of cigarette smoke hangs over my ocean of ***.
The rumblings of disappointment shake the breath in my lungs. The last beats of hope echoing quietly through my heart.
No purpose, no goal, no reason at all; alone with my thoughts--wherever they go.
Syd Morgan
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