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Jan 25
Walking down the alley,
Sun on my face
Everything's right
It's one of those days

I reach for the sun,
All I got was rays
It's always half of something,
I'm never fully paid

Is there anything wrong with hoping
Hoping for a better life
One where I'm comfortable
Where I can close my eyes
#sun #hope
cinnamongirl
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cinnamongirl  15/F
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   Seth H
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