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Jan 2018
Day in day out I ask myself
The same question again and again
I have an answer but don't speak out

How am I feeling?
Why am I holding on?
Why do I want to listen but not talk?

People tell me I'm optimistic
How can I not be?
When I have to use every smile as a stepping stone

A stepping stone that I have to preserve
I need to be like that
To see another tomorrow
Skylar Keith
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Skylar Keith  22/Gender Fluid
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