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Misty and foggy
Sometimes like a bog
My mind feels
Liaising with others
Too distant and indeterminate
They can barely be seen
They call to me perhaps
But the call is lost
Reaching withing myself
I live my life barely
Like a veil shrouding me
Shielding my mind and soul
From the relentless barrage
Bombarding the space around me
And so survive I naturally
And the world outside my fog.
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