Thursday, October 15, 2020



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daydreaming saved me
when I was a friendless child
I have forgotten
how to fill my dreams with life
all seems sterile and barren



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  1. I do hope you can find your way back to those comforting dreams...

    1. Rather doubtful, I'm afraid.
      On a better note, I've had less problems with sleep paralysis since I cut down on caffeine.

    2. A small mercy. And I suspect that you, like me, are grateful for them.


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