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Sep 2015
I whisper my contempt to the dark
And wait patiently for its response.
For some reason, long ago
When I thought it was okay to spend my life alone,
I wallowed not in the mercy of pitiful things...
But now they are all that I have.
And I hold them close
As my memory of daylight fades against the wall.
William Eberlein
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William Eberlein  25/M/Wisconsin
(25/M/Wisconsin)   
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