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Trapped

My life is so depressing I feel trapped, in need of space I need some fresh air to breathe A gentle breeze touching my face A taste of freedom to make me feel whole Instead of suffocating in this human goldfish bowl 14 March 2020 Number 3

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Eve Roper

Date: 3/17/2020 1:34:00 AM

Shirley, congratulations on your win. Hugs Eve

Shirley Hawkins
Date: 3/17/2020 1:45:00 AM

Thank you for your kind comment and the hug I appreciated both very much... I hope all is well with you and yours ...Shirley

Jenish Somadas

Date: 3/15/2020 12:05:00 AM

human goldfish bowl... wonderful lines.. Conveyed the message beautifully..

Shirley Hawkins
Date: 3/15/2020 12:52:00 AM

Thank you Jenish. The lovely picture of the goldfish bowl certainly helped me write it ...