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In an attic room
Too often she carries her weight in despair
Dark thoughts have free rein in her life, she complies
Dwelling on the burdens of the life that she bears,
Unable to craft a new story of care,
She dances to the beat of negative vibes
Too often she carries her weight in despair
She has no imagination, pizzazz or flair
No way of knowing how to turn tail on the tide
...Wednesday 12th July 2023 6:29 am
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