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Mar 2017
Trapped in my darkest days,
I'm chained to the sight
of glad people in their light.
No, something isn't right...
I'm not supposed to feel
the need to see the other side.
A feeling I can't deal
or cast away in steel.
It's there, so comfortable in it's place
that it could never be replaced.
TYRAN
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TYRAN  22/M/In my head.
(22/M/In my head.)   
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   Keith Edward Baucum and Nylee
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