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Sunday, November 4, 2012



My pain is my own
I know it intimately
It is with me all day
like a member of my body.
The world smiles at me in desperate oblivion
I, too, a weak smile must now return
“Let sleeping dogs lie” I say
because at the end of the day
it is an unwritten agreement
that my pain after all, is my own
and I must know it intimately

My dreams are my own
that I struggle hard to achieve
I’m in my head all day
scheming, strategizing…
Everybody looks at me in scornful derision
“Me and my castles in the air”, they say
Well, when it’s all been said and done
like it applies to everyone
my dreams after all, are my own
that I struggle hard to achieve.

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