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May 2021
And everything felt so fragile.
This glass house we built.
Like any change in circumstance
would shake the ground,
would bring everything
crashing down.
And I know
we all have a past,
but I wish I was in those photographs.
And Ive been betting it all
that we would last,
but I hear the darkness calling.
I dont wanna go.
Owen
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Owen  27/M/Ft. Campbell TN
(27/M/Ft. Campbell TN)   
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