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A Distant Breeze

Thoughts curl around me like the raging Dead Sea.

I’m haunted by the ghost of all the things I didn’t do, couldn’t do, never was.
But late at night, after I’ve tossed and turned with all the bad feelings chasing around my dreams, I hear it:
That voice between your ears that tells you,
It’s okay.
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