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That's the way I spend my days Longing to ease the pain Searching always in vain And trying many ways Past rises to haunt me Longing to forget the memories Childhood of cruelties Innocence I will never see Only work and no living Longing for love eternal Forget the sentimental There is no time for giving Never ending are the fears Longing for, but never finding Time for just imagining Life with no tears. by Janet Boyd aka Bee Spit |
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