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Dec 2015
Don't go past the gate
that's dangerous place
It'll make you late
just you wait

told me
one more wouldn't hurt
told me
one more bite of dessert

it's nothing but a gate
just a short cut home
don't wanna be late
run past that gate

take the shortcut couple more times
say we'll pay for our crimes
but that's only sometimes

Walk on that line
private property's just a sign
one more time
one more drop
it won't make your heart stop

Open the gate be free
God said not to touch the tree
but would it be so bad to be able to see?
who I am on the inside? Who is me?

Broken gate, can't undo the past
should have trusted the sign
and never gone passed
I've seen America's drug addiction... so I guess I felt compelled to write about it.
Maura
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Maura  23/Cisgender Female/Chicago
(23/Cisgender Female/Chicago)   
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