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Oct 2018
Here lately,
I've envisioned myself
standing on a stage.
I don't like the thought
of lights, or fog,
or anything like that;
those things have never really
appealed to me.
I picture myself
creating a diversion,
something we can point
the bullets at.
"Send them my way."
Is this just coffee high hypothetical?
I don't know.
We'll see.
Gabriel Bonney
Written by
Gabriel Bonney  17/M/Indiana
(17/M/Indiana)   
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   --- and Michael Franco
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