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Feb 2018
For me to stick around,
I'd have to be cured of this disease,
I'd have to be crucified and put on display,
For me to stick around,
I'd have to find my own peace,
I'd have to fine the white kingdom,
For me to stick around.
Skyler M
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Skyler M  22/M/Idaho
(22/M/Idaho)   
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