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Mar 2014
fog
I hear my screams of yesterday and whispers of tomorrow
My dreams are all in the shade, hidden
By only sorrow!
Friends don't be silly and ask why or wonder!
I won't answer, I am unstable and I will blunder
Around in this darkness that feels like a maze
I can't see me or my way in this fog, this haze
Losing my ability to hear the whispers, I am in no-mans land!!!!
Got no definition of what I am supposed to do, so I just stand!

Waiting!!!!!!!!!
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Written by
michele sandra moss  breda the Netherlands
(breda the Netherlands)   
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