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Dec 2019
I wish I could raise the blinds

I’d open them and allow every inch of my skin to feel the sun.
I foolishly think this is what will make me happy

I am punished with a dull cast of sunshine
The pain I’ve been through won’t let me get sun burnt  

Tying my hands together as I continue  to smile and nod
Written by
Sam Harris
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     Deb Jones, ScriptedSilence, Meera and ---
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