I don't want it anymore,
I won't knock at the door,
Instead I'll just sit and play pretend,
As I have done before,
Because here it's nice and warm,
Outside reality is like a storm,
And the rain has been sufficient,
So I've had enough for a long while,
Go and tell your tales,
But don't tell them to me,
I don't want to hear it,
Having a hard time to believe it,
If you give me a break,
I could catch up with things I need,
Which I can't get from anyone at all.14/8/17
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Escaping Sorrow
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