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i am unprotected at the mercy of in the grip of these most vile tormentors they visit when i am most distraught and play forme mymost delicate dreams the precious moments i have lost that lead to solace i'll never know outside these lucid scenes demons of a tortured mind the life i've missed played before me these eternal nights the lost dreams of a fool
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Deckard
I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...
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