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What shall I do,
When all is pain,
And I can produce
Nothing of value?
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What shall I think
When thinking entraps,
Tangled and confused,
In foolish youth lost?
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How can I live,
When I feel only
Grief and heartache,
Pain and sorrow?
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Shall I run away,
Through the veil,
Beguiled with dreams
And illusions?
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Shall I allow
Shimmering wonders
To gently capture me
In illusory pleasure?
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When will I find
This dream-like veil?
I wish to be lost
In soothing mysteries.
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Bear … 08.31.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint 2014
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bearspawprint 
Be the kind of woman that when your feet hit the floor each morning the devil says “Oh crap, She’s Up!” : )
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I have read/heard that, and always like it.
However, I am afraid it is my husband who says those words, these days 🙂
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: )
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😀
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