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Jun 2017
Buckets have been the only thing helping me drain my eyes that are full of tears

I almost hate the sight of running faucets
Running scared into my only closet

where the only peace I get is the darkest sleep

Years of tears drained into buckets from my eyes
almost feels like I'm never dry inside, please hold me so I can have peace of mind.
Andre Patterson
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Andre Patterson  28/M/NYC
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