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Apr 2020
I'm not gonna lie
This is gonna be hard

I'm forever wandering along a cold windy shoreline
Staring at my feet as the waves try to grab my feet
My white dress flows in the wind
Staring at the beautiful lake Michigan and seeing a hint of blue among the mess of grey
The world has spent so much time trying to define me
Trying to take the light inside me
Sometimes figures talk me away from falling into the grey waves
But one day
I didn't care
And I fell in
And I saw everything
All my memories
And at the bottom of it all
Sat a sobbing teenage boy
His sweater was drenched in water and tears
He saw me
He saw me there
He saw me falling farther than him
I closed my eyes and hoped
And prayed it would be over soon
But then I felt something
A cold hand
Pulling me back to the shore

Maxwell was his name
And he is still here
Always with me
Now I no longer walk that shore alone
Every night
Every dream
Every nightmare
He is there holding my hand
Comforting me

Everyone needs a Maxwell
A cold hand to pull you back onto the shore when you fall in
A friend
A hero
A permanent part of who you are
Maxwell
Thank you for helping me
OJ
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OJ  16/Bigender/Chicago
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