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Nov 2020
I'm so tired of all these ghouls at my door,
Trying to spin me around, my guts up in knots,
So then a week later I'll go to emergency care,
I don't wanna grow old,
But I don't wanna fear life anymore.

Delivery Driver is the game today,
I hope I'll keep it for tomorrow's sake,
Don't you wimp out on me dear ghouls,
Causr I'm sick of forcing you away.

I think its time I open my door,
Maybe let them in to talk it out,
And spare myself the grief of running out.

I don't wanna grow old,
But I dont wanna fear growing up anymore.
Skyler M
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Skyler M  22/M/Idaho
(22/M/Idaho)   
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