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May 2016
No more waiting
No more tomorrows
No more isolation
No more open sorrow
No more of the deception
You have to come out if your own hell some time
Didn't I punish myself enough?
I can handle more than most
But I'm quite tired of being in this situation
Where I'm looking outside but can't open the door
And everyone is having fun except me
That's how I generally feel here.
Peter Robert Hamilton
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Peter Robert Hamilton  21/M/Texas
(21/M/Texas)   
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