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Oct 2018
I don’t know how many nights

I’ve spent crying silently.

Not wanting to cry out.

Just hoping her soul

would see the darkness in mine.

And save me.

But all remained quiet.

Perhaps that’s why I went to fire for comfort.
Kyra
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Kyra  19/F/In the clouds
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