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Oct 2017
I dream of life outside,
the walls that caved me in.
In this particular silence,
without rhythm does my heart beat.

Under the trees
and forestry greens
a life you refused to see
blinded by the holy grail in your way

Home is where I died
Skyler M
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Skyler M  22/M/Idaho
(22/M/Idaho)   
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