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May 2018
Separate the skin
Like the sinner and the sin
Head first into the sea
The salt rushes in

Are we living this right
With our ears clasped tight
And our souls like fire
Without the light

Bury your head
In the sand instead
And maybe you'll see
All that you've bled
Wasn't your blood to bleed

Have I lost my way
Is this what it takes
A little break,
A 96 hour stay

Promise me this
You'll make it quick
I'm on the edge
Don't miss
Spenser Bennett
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Spenser Bennett  26/M
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   Fawn and Victoria Marks
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