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Sep 7
it’s the way
the music moves me
the way
my body falls back,
it’s the feeling in my brain
that says
“play pretend”
that’s what my high is

it’s everything
i used to
want.
every word swallowed,
every mask i
put on,
unprocessed feelings
im scared to
***** up
AUSTIN
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AUSTIN  20/M
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     erin walts and Nolan Bucsis
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