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She always seems so happy,                                            I always look so happy,  
  Slight pounding in my temples. Cold breeze through my sweater. Spinning, Dizzying merry-go-round. That is my here and now.   Desire for our next event.
Reasons for writing , my silent scream a voice never heard may be more than it seems in a world where most talk, with very few that listen to whom do I tell when I feel a part of me missing
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