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Apr 2019
Children stopped dreaming
Lives were fleeting
People are leaving
Knives were for eating
Nights were for sleeping
Rope was for leaping

Parents stopped caring
Kids were more daring
Our hearts stopped sharing

I stopped hiding
Started showing my scars
Stopped watching for cars
Bottled my feelings in a jar
Never dared to look at the stars

I'm going to jump
I hope I fall hard
I never know how to end anything. Maybe that’s why everytime something ends I end up in pain.
Blake
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Blake  19/Non-binary/Unknown
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