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Jul 2018
I'm clearly broken
My friends don't know what to do
None of my broken pieces fit
It's creeping out
Coming to get me
Things are looking grim
Holding on, I'm still breathing
Peace is gold through this pain
Hiding this grim behind the grin
Tortured by the memories I've left behind
Josiah Archuleta
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Josiah Archuleta  18/M/New Mexico
(18/M/New Mexico)   
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