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Friday, July 9, 2010

My Sun.

You are my sun, when you are here I'm not afraid. I am safe, happy and warm. But when you go away, my sun disappears. I feel the holes gaping in my chest, I feel the cold, I feel the rain, coming in, taking over. So don't leave me, my sun. I need you to get by.

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