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In an attic room
Ā
Too often she carries her weight in despair
Dark thoughts have free rein in her life, she compliesĀ
Dwelling on the burdens of the life that she bears,Ā
Ā
Unable to craft a new story of care,
She dances to the beat of negative vibes
Too often she carries her weight in despair
Ā
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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