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Sep 2017
I know I shouldn't be cursing
Mamma wouldn't be proud
I think about it everyday
How I can't be the boy
She wants me to be

I'm to weak
Beaten down
Into the black pavement
To follow every saint
I don't hear the clouds sing
I couldn't hear the clouds sing
I'm descending now
Skyler M
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Skyler M  22/M/Idaho
(22/M/Idaho)   
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