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Jul 2018
I don’t know why I stopped dancing
I’ve still got steps to learn

When my bare feet are prancing
Sweet lessons I can yearn

Don’t let my fear stop you
Call it stripped and bare

I relate to the forest
I’ve got enough to care

Here I am, mouth breathing
There I go, running swift

Escaping from real life taunting
Taunting myself to slip
Late at night is when my thoughts become my worst enemy.
Anthony Mayfield
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Anthony Mayfield  25/M/Santa Clara, CA
(25/M/Santa Clara, CA)   
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