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Jun 2015
I ache for the sun.
I ache for the warmth to reach my bones,
And dispel the depression that grows there.
I ache for happiness to shove through my veins
And reach into my corrupt mind.
I ache to be saved,
From myself.
Olivia Struthers
Written by
Olivia Struthers  Mapleton
(Mapleton)   
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   Paul Butters, JR Potts, --- and XIII
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