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Jun 2019
I look into the sun,
Blinding,
                 Bright
The longer I look the pain begins
    to turn into a dull throb,
I just stare....
                        hoping that if i go blind
                        that i won't be able to see You everywhere i look.
                       I turn away,
                                             Eyes hurting,
Face warm,
                    Tears run down my cheeks,
I can still see...
                             Which means i can painfully remember...


                              You.
RandiLynnDakota
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RandiLynnDakota  18/F
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