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Oct 2018
Loneliness, it hides under my bed,
Loneliness, it costs so much,
I remember, all the pain that I've caused,
Now I have to pay up.

Losing myself in the bottom of my glass,
Reaching out my hand to any figure walking past,
Praying in the darkness on a night filled with terror
for an angel like you to save me from myself.
You get what you give. I guess now it's my turn to pay up.
Jordan Ray
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Jordan Ray  24/M/Wales
(24/M/Wales)   
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     imperfectstranger, julie, --- and Shadow Dragon
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