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Oct 22
The letters behind your eyes,
Which scribe each and every line,
That you lean on all the time.

Whatever you've got left,
That's got you smiling,
If if it's got you living another day.

Your every bite of food,
Which keeps you content,
Even if it's never enough.

Your life is equivalent to mine and the rest of the human race,
Pretending the smile might be the way,
But I promise that you can live another day.
Skyler M
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Skyler M  17/M/Idaho
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