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Jun 2017
The writing's on my walls,
I read them end to end
every day as I leave
out into the unknown.
I always return empty-handed
with a dark room to hide in.
Burying my head under covers
as I clench onto a single piece,
looking for the rest of the puzzle.
Wyatt
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Wyatt  22/M/South Carolina
(22/M/South Carolina)   
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