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Apr 2020
With our souls aching in strain,
and our hearts drastically drained.
I feel nothing but disillusion,
in my search for a conclusion.
If tears could stain,
I would look to the rain.
In hopes that you won’t see the pain,
that pulses through my veins.
As I untangle the chain,
wrapped inside my brain.
I hope you find a way,
to wash away your disdain.
Justin
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Justin  21/M/American
(21/M/American)   
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   Harley Hucof
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