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I rest myself
In a bed of illusions; Keeping my sanity Through travelling daydreams In my mind I walk through different Places, see different faces, So that I don’t hear the screams Of my heart, Of my soul, of my mind. Illusions don’t include Rejection, pain, loss, fear. Illusions are Safe, secure and tender. In them I am loved. In them, you are here…
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