Sickness soliloquy

Dear Me

I quote Yeats to you

"But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."

Would you not be kinder to me, dear me?

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Alice O.

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Ah, existence isn't free. Chained and taxed it be.

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