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Oct 2017
I outpour
Never will I soar
Only from the core
Then they check through my drawers

Next they rewire
So i'd admire
every second of my own desire

Lastly, I hear the ricochets
through my own airway

I cannot speak
As they call me a freak
Life is looking bleak

Bang Bang?
Skyler M
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Skyler M  22/M/Idaho
(22/M/Idaho)   
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