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It's so easy  to live a life of pretentious pride in a fantasy.  kenwsimpson.blogspot.com

Barely alive  I'd like my place in the sun  before I die.  kenwsimpson.blogspot.com

The silence envelopes  and imprisons  society's lonely rejects.  kenwsimpson.blogdpot.com  

Reality hides from the subconscious mind in the canyons of solitude where the dreams of the lonely are woven.  kenwsimpson.blogsot.com  

The mountains of mourning  grieve for the dead in the white snows of winter. kenwsimpson.blogspot.com

Ghosts are memories that refuse to die live with demons  or drown in their tears.  kenwsimpson.blogspot.com