Born into a land
Forgotten by time,
Days are nights
The stars don’t align.
Fell out of sync
Into another zone,
A place abandoned
Which I call my home.
I’m ahead of myself
Or I was left behind,
Orbiting the outside
Of my very mind.
Days become years
Decades are legends,
Minutes are hours
Forever is a second.
K
The Darkest Fairytale 
Ah, the weight of eternity!
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It’s very heavy 🙂
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It’s a beutiful piece…deep and melodious in a melancholy way.
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Thank you xx
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Peaceful
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ThAnk you, hope you’re OK x
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Unlikely I will ever be ok…I an so defective yet non criminal and in incredible physical health with a level of education most find intimidating. What has me pensioned off is that I turn up to work simply to work and not root around the office grubbing for more money. The total abstinence from drugs and alcohol also offends. Being able to spot cheaters does likewise.
Oh… and remaining single. They may bag my cat in the first few weeks and I may never forget. Bastet is patient. Funny and efficient too. My German friend claims that is his sense of humour
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Wow sounds like my life at the minute, I’m considering hoarding cats x
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Hugs. Hope you’re ok K x
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Have a good K. Have missed you xx
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Have a good weekend xx
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Xox
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Short version… No! I have missed you xx
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