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Sep 2019
Standing on the bridge, we are.
Your hand interlocked with mine,
Nearly a year has gone by and I only fall more every day,
I can't help but think about taking an arrow to my knee,
Just so I can tell you what this really means to me,
What you truly mean to me.

I've been backed up against the wall,
And there's been times where I've witnessed innocent killings,
Then again I watch my false father stare at me,
I didn't know what to do with my ******* life.

Then on that bridge,
Your hands interlocked in mine,
There's no backing out as I stare,
Your eyes appear grey but are more alike to a kaleidoscope to me,
And I can't wait to take an arrow to my knee,
Just to see that you truly know your worth in life,
As what I am worth in life.

I can't wait to take an arrow to my knee,
And step down with a heart in my hand,
You're my life goal and accomplishment,
My best friend and my dearest supporter,
Won't you fight for a better life with me,
Cause I'll fight for you and you'll fight for me.
Skyler M
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Skyler M  22/M/Idaho
(22/M/Idaho)   
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