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Mar 2014
Why are my desires only ever existent in flashes, never to come to fruition, never more than simple dashes.

A temporary tease, a taste of it all; a bit to just lift me enough so I fall.

How do I reach a dream when I'm always waking up? Too tired to try for a lifestyle too tough.
Syd Morgan
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