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May 2017
i was fighting
im tired of hiding
my love for smoke
im quickly smiling
really trying
to be myself
ah
im quietly screaming
loudly dreaming
i wish i would have spoke.
my mouth closed
my mind open.
am i supposed to feel alone?
cant i walk away,
even as i choke?
O.K
Olivia A Keaton
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Olivia A Keaton  16/F/West Virginia
(16/F/West Virginia)   
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