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Dec 2017
leading me astray,
from the path that I had made,
Sinking further with every breath,
I can feel my death.

I write these words with nowhere to go,
Writing for not just the show,
but the hope to get out alive,
the hope that maybe I can thrive.
Skyler M
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Skyler M  23/M/Idaho
(23/M/Idaho)   
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