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Sep 2019
The madness was relief in time
sadness and over-eat my lies
shut and go to sleep my eyes
forgot this peace of mind
given there's a speed to hide
then I stop so I can really find
moment's pause, a seeming guide
so long I felt out of place
never seemed to fit the game
couldn't ride the high of a chase
chasing the wind and I'm breaking at best
can't seem to remember what
I want to forget
thoughts becoming sweat
I'm scared, yet I can see life as a joke
sit down with the boys, have a ****
But to look me in the eye when I say I broke
A will to fight or create some **** hope
I look around and see the pain
You look around and see it too
look inside it's painfully true
there's a debt, fatefully due
Sam Wickstrom
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Sam Wickstrom  21/M/High River, Canada.
(21/M/High River, Canada.)   
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