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Before Sadness’ Time

I couldn’t write
I couldn’t draw
I couldn’t sing
couldn’t do a thing
could do no research
could find no mirth
could find no reason
of life’s true worth
My only escape was sleep
a refreshing of the mind
a resetting of life’s buttons
to before sadness’ time
Now I’m writing
and thinking
and living
for sleep gave me a chance
to review life’s meaning



A creative nut with endless possibilities to offer the world. Just need to start with one possibility - my words.

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