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Personal Paradise


Lonely, lost, empty, without anything

The thing I couldn't be without, I always bring

My record of every mistake

My individuality, not smething fake

The one place I always belong

Where I can be myself, where I am strong

It is always with me and always will be

The sole place where I feel free

Something to remind me of times past

Something huge, something vast

The first place I go to unwind

I could never be without my mind

 

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