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Mar 2015
There's no more room to breathe,
No more stories left to be told
I've been living in the same place
For one too many years now
It's a harsh world to face,
And I'll need to figure it out
Moving farther away from my past
To bring me closer to my future
Here I have such a history to carry
I must sit and accept that the people
I love the most will leave me
To find their place in this world.

Where's mine?
Jacob
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Jacob  19/M/Texas - United States
(19/M/Texas - United States)   
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