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A day of joy was for all
From the past days of toils
A happy day it was for him
Seeing her and shake handsin fear
Joy others had
Parading parades with screams
That great gaping maw of the past opens and I slide down that rabbit hole,
like I'm a 2-year-old again riding down
And I lay my head on my soft pillow. Silence.Inhale, exhale. I focus on my breath.When my thoughts run off to a distant memory
