Nov 23, 2023

In my mind ,drifting, could be the meds.

In my mind keep going on trip to That island in the sun. You know the one.

Still waiting gowned up on my bed. Unable to get blood from me yesterday took ten attempts. Fasting the bloody killer. When in someone’s else’s care it not easy to be comfortable and calm.

Internally l am wrecked , but projecting different image.Sometimes we have too.

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Winter tale now Xmas gone.

 It appears from stories communicated to myself. That winter doing its harsh event across the miles. Simply enjoying long walks across flat ...

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. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"
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