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A day of joy was for all From the past days of toils   A happy day it was for him Seeing her and shake handsin fear   Joy others had Parading parades with screams  
That great gaping maw of the past opens and I slide down that rabbit hole, like I'm a 2-year-old again riding down
And I lay my head on my soft pillow. Silence.Inhale, exhale. I focus on my breath.When my thoughts run off to a distant memory
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