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Nov 2018
Here in the dark I will park,
In my spot where I taught,
All my thoughts to flock,
Inside of my head when I'm in my bed,
But when the sun goes I'm not done,
For it's the night that brings me to fight,
If a battle is what I need then hear my bones rattle,
Cause I'm never letting go before I have something to show,
Something to show that I've been through a war, Call fore!

We trade our homes for obsidian stones,
To build our walls inside our bones,
Not to hide but to thrive,
Inside our minds which we believe are fried,
Awakening a soul we lost so long ago,
So we're ready to grow.

My car's on fire so my time is dire,
Heart getting harder with each time I get farther,
From the state of mind that kept me bind,
To a wall to a constant fall,
Of which takes away the best of a day,
Not anymore, I promise, not anymore.

We trade our homes for obsidian stones,
To build our walls inside our bones,
Not to hide but to thrive,
Inside our minds which we believe are fried,
Awakening a soul we lost so long ago,
So we're ready to grow.
Skyler M
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Skyler M  22/M/Idaho
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