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Dec 2016
Waiting for the light
to shine through.
The cracks of broken glass
I've become accustomed to living in.

I'm not really sure how to feel Anymore.
Like screaming help in a room full of deaf people. This is starting to feel hopeless.
Sacrelicious
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Sacrelicious  31/M/Hell
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