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Feb 2019
Lead me to hedges instead of ledges,
I'll take it in slow to rest my bow,
Upon wooded trees will be me.

I was torn and forlorn that I was born,
Why I was so twisted as they insisted,
That I must conform to not transform,
A better person that was inside for sometime.
Skyler M
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Skyler M  22/M/Idaho
(22/M/Idaho)   
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