We need fantasy
We need to laugh out loud
At the verge of breaking down.
Why I wander
into the woods of my mind
howling at the moon,
cooing like a lonely dove...
are the best of medicine.
I do not look back
and grieve over the past.
In the present I live
I make it so beautiful
That even when tis gone too soon
it will be worth looking back at.
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