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Jun 2016
sleeping through the night
is a thing of the past now
i've been fighting the good fight
but these days i'm not sure how
these aches cut deep
reverberating through my spine
the blood continues to seep
what's yours can't be mine

the pain wakes you up
all hours of the night
at sundown, the moon comes up
and i'm finding hope through her light
John
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John  28/M/New York
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