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Jul 2014
Hiding from the past.
Forgotten it at last.
Moments fade fast.
Fast away from me.
Emotionally numb.
Time passes fast to and from.
I exist but do not live.
This curse and gift.
Someday I hope my spirits lift.
Zena O'Brien
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Zena O'Brien  US
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   chimaera and Goingawayayayay
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