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Apr 2021
As the days go by ever so slowly:
Tears and sorrow,
an endless source of darkness.
Any light is merely a false hope
of ever seeing daylight and happiness
again.
Again.
Written by
HippoHelios  39/M/DE
(39/M/DE)   
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