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Jun 2015
I look out its nice out. But the sun. The sun shines in my lightless room
reminding me of everything I own which is sad, so I frown. But I forget when it leaves, My room goes black, right when the demons come back.
Courtlyn Quay
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Courtlyn Quay  United States
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