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Jan 2016
There is a day that will not come,
There is an hour I will not meet
There is a morning I shall not rise
There is a night I may transcend sleep
But there will never be a day I do not think of you
There will never be an hour I do not wish for another
There is not a morning I do not cherish for its dawn
There is not a night that will scare away my songs
Tomorrow. For all my tomorrows. Until there is a day,
When all my tomorrows end.
Alexandria Hope
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Alexandria Hope  25/Gender Fluid/Doolin, Clare, Ireland
(25/Gender Fluid/Doolin, Clare, Ireland)   
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