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Apr 2020
At night I sit and stare,
wandering through my empty mind.
Every somber path I take
will always merge back to one,
and I'll arrive yet again
at the same old question;
when will the spirits of those I hurt
stop haunting my fruitless thoughts?
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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     Holly D and ---
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