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Jan 14
The more I stare,
The more I hate,
The more I hate,
The more I dare.
I don't even care.

I asked for rare,
Raw at the last layer,
Nothing is ever fair,
Do I even care?

The more I stare,
The more I care,
The more I care,
The more Im aware.
Why do I care?

Fall from the stars,
Run over by cars,
Laid in front yards,
Pointing out Mars,
Held him in my arms.

The more I stare,
The more I hurt,
The more I hurt,
The more Im unfair.
I hate that I care.
Skyler M
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Skyler M  22/M/Idaho
(22/M/Idaho)   
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