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Jan 2019
I get lost in my own words
don’t know where I end and the character begins.
Writing to keep the ink from spilling
the blood in my veins flowing.
Wishing that time would start slowing.
There is so much to do
so much time to sleep
so much time to fill
knowing that it is time to
replace the silence
and speak the truth.
Brayden Allen
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Brayden Allen  18/M/Illinois
(18/M/Illinois)   
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