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Mar 2018
I've only ever had
myself as company.
It's given me
too much time
to bury in thought.
Collectors of life,
visited by death
every night still.
Future and pasts alike
share their space in present.
The wicks are thinning
and the hourglasses
are sinking in the sand.
Some give out their
welcoming presents
while others recite
their final words,
there's a will in every way.

Down the winding road
you meet friends and enemies,
but I will die clear and clean.
Broken every rule,
hurt harder than anyone.
Loved with all I had in this
little, shattered heart.
And anybody out there
who told you different
told the largest lie.
My stature will never
meet Mr. Potential,
but at least he tried.
Wyatt
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Wyatt  22/M/South Carolina
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