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Jan 2016
Rain.
Never ending rain.
It's cold, dark, and lonely - but I find comfort here in the rain.
You weren't my sunshine.
My bright, sunny day.
You were the rain, but I found comfort in the pain.
Written 1.27.16
Em
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Em  Lost Vegas, Nevada
(Lost Vegas, Nevada)   
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