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My Dress
My DressI wore a dress everydayIt was not through poverty or costNor laziness, nor illnessI was still and momentarily lostThe doors were lockedYet my mind was notThe world had stilled you seeThrough illness, confusion and lossDead inside, I did not much care a lot.You see, I found timeOr was it, that it found meTogether we formed a planDaily rituals became as oneTime, my dress and me.My dress b...
