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Feb 2016
They keep telling me
"things will get brighter".

He took the sun with him,
so how can it get lighter?

I hate to be a quitter,
but I guess I'm not a fighter...
I'm angry and trembling, and it's been this way for weeks. That's not about to change.
Chey Ferrill
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Chey Ferrill  27/F/Ontario
(27/F/Ontario)   
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