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Aug 2018
*******;
I haven't seen you in a year.
Maybe more;
And I'm almost twenty four.
Seventeen;
I still fell seventeen.
Coffee pours;
It's running out the door.
Bittersweet;
The ground beneath my feet.
Never ends;
Time don't always mend.
Here I am;
Sitting like the ******.
Missing you;
My hearts empty room.
Braxton Reid
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Braxton Reid  24/M/Texas
(24/M/Texas)   
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   Keith Wilson
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