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Well, are you going to speak to me about what's going on, or just continue to ignore and deny things?
I am not good at honesty. I haven't done it for quite a while and get by in life with a habitual and comfortable order so that I don't have to be brutaly honest. My only suprise in all this is that I have survived until my major arteries decided to bleed.
Park Cemetery - Stoke Newington
Every had anybody tell you that the day was going to be a glorious one because of you?
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Down
Picnics in the park are only a temporary solution. There are I am sure permanent ones. Samar came to see me in hospital the day before I was discharged and told me that in her opinion pretty much everyone goes to heaven, which echoes my view after studying St Iranaeus.
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But I cried once
Shuffling onwards Clutching our drip stands Hydrating wishes And imaginations with Future years. Sometimes in the night I hear screams And anxious cries and often sighs above So few tears
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Awaking of a new day on Mahony farm,
The gentle hand that turns the lock, drowsily ticking of the old kitchen clock. The crackle of sticks on glowing coals, The warmth that numbs the...
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