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Jan 2019
Most days I do not take in the light of the day
It feels like it’s been years since I’ve left that warm embrace
It is the hour of gone
The time of solace which I know best
It is better to be unheard in the dark
Than alone in the light
Sean Grimes
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Sean Grimes  24/M/Saint Paul, MN
(24/M/Saint Paul, MN)   
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