I sit here at home, and I feel like I'm facing the setting sun on I'm tracing my fingers around a sihloette that isn't here anymore. The more I come home the emptier this place becomes, but I've got nothing else, its the brightest thing I've got in a world that has been full of dark places this last year. I'm in limbo, I'm want to let go of the
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