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Sep 2020
Waking up is like a horror movie
One day after another I speak in pain
I sit with questions running in brain
I dream things no child should dream
Taking a dagger to my chest i wonder who’d care
I take a deep breath and remember all the good found in others
Taking the bad in and making it good is all i ever lived for
Yet I can't find the courage to drag the dagger into my heart
I find myself thinking about you, I live for you.
I'm unsure how to feel about this one.
Carl m
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Carl m  17/FTM/Burton, MI
(17/FTM/Burton, MI)   
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