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May 2016
My thoughts can be like the bottom of the ocean floor
Nothing and going nowhere
I hate this darkness, when will I get light?
It's limited here
So every time a torch is available
I take advantage of it.
Where else can I look to find the lighter world?
Peter Robert Hamilton
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Peter Robert Hamilton  21/M/Texas
(21/M/Texas)   
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