There's a lot that could be said,
the mind works in different ways...
Our beloved land
of green and gold...
Although it hurts
The pain grows to strengthen me...
I know of angels
who walk amongst...
With every relationship
we take baggage with us...
...
I have been broken
many times in life...
The magpie
was swooping...
If I stay or if I go
If I run or if I walk...
No one knows the real me
that's my serious side...
Despair will impair
all what is seen on the lane...
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deserted thoughts...