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My Cloak of Sadness

Is pulled tightly around me. It makes the sadness invisible you see. Or you don't, as is usually the case. Chin up, tits out, carry on. As I invariably do. It's a case of having to. Always.

But no, I am not alright. I am not alright at all. I'm alwrong. That should be a word.

I'm not stressed, just weary and wretched. Same old, same old. Plus ca change mon cher.

I am thinking about people who have passed through my life. Some I should not have let go. Some I should have let go a lot sooner. But you always hope, don't you.

Dreams, I can never recall after waking. Perhaps like my life dreams, they've just evaporated.

Earlier, I was thinking how nice it would be to have a natter on the phone, like the old days. But of course we just ping people on Facebook or Whatsapp these days. Grateful for friends who still find the time to meet up and chat in real time though.

Isolation is both a good, and bad thing.

Random garbage today. I'm not in the mood.

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