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Apr 2019
I'm not gay but I know what it's like to hide
to keep a door closed to whatever is inside
to be ashamed and afraid for no good reason
to lose yourself causing you to commit treason

but the broken are beautiful as the weak hide
those that were the cause of our demise
like ants under a glass with nowhere to run
karma comes for all of us no matter how dumb
Hunter Taylor
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Hunter Taylor  22/M/Birmingham, AL
(22/M/Birmingham, AL)   
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