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Sep 2018
The markings on your surface
Your speckled face
Flawed crystals hang from your ears
I couldn't gauge your fears
I can't relate to my peers
I'd rather live outside
I'd rather chip my pride than lose my mind out here
Maybe I'm a fool
Maybe I should move
And settle, two kids and a swimming pool
I'm not brave
I'm not brave
Dylan Jones
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Dylan Jones  17/M/Hoover, Alabama
(17/M/Hoover, Alabama)   
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