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You carry on through the painful drudgery, taking all the meds to try to numb reality. Holding on to a sliver of hope that a spark of light may brighten a day. Waiting for an end to come and bring relief.
Dave.
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You and I are yesterday's answers,
The earth of the past come to flesh,
Eroded by Time's rivers,
To the shapes we now possess.
The Sage. Emerson, Lake and Palmer.
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