The seasons pass
As I watch through the glass
From a distance
I wonder what's real and what is pretense
The seasons pass
The reasons dance
Evading reality
Bordering insanity.
Ouch that pokes I groggily awoke to the prickly feeling inside me. Rudely awoken if you ask me. Being in the swirly machine always makes...
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It requires courage to come to terms with this.
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