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Jun 2020
I talk, but no one listens.
I’m living for the future me.
The one that isn’t here yet,
If you see this, then we made it.
I did this all for you,
You deserve to have a chance.
I’m sorry that I got you this far
And nothing changed.
Promise me that it will be better.
Promise me that it was worth the wait.
Worth the suffering, crying, and blood loss.
The losing of friends and family.
Worth the game, we all play.
Written by
Blake  24/FTM
(24/FTM)   
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