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Jan 2018
I fall to you,
Rain comes to me,
My body’s laying on the cold hard floor,
And I know deep inside that I’ve lost my plight,
I know you’re waiting for me, Lord,
But I don’t wanna do this anymore.

Fighting battles against who I should believe and who I wanna be,
I’m at war with my core,
I hope you understand that I’m lost as ever,
Now pour onto me to keep me pleading.

Selfish crimes are taking my vision,
I feel your breath in the air I breath but you’re gone from my dream and I’m struggling to believe,
I do believe that you understand what I mean,
Now leave me here to die nine times before I pick myself up and cry again.
Skyler M
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Skyler M  22/M/Idaho
(22/M/Idaho)   
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