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Jun 2020
Sweet little sunshine, carry me to my grave.
I pray to you now, and ask for release.
I beg to you now and ask for some peace.

I wonder when the demons fall from sight.
I wish it idly, and tear at my veins.
There is nothing left but skin and a soul.
All the good has gone and rotted away.
I miss my family. I miss when everything was simple.
Shin
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Shin  30/M/Chicago
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