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Dec 2013
Those scars on my wrists and thighs?
Came here through my trying times,
But you stayed through the lows and my highs,
You stayed there for me,
as a friend and as a lover
You helped me fight through it all
your the one of my dreams
your the one tying me to life
without your support I'd be dead
Lying six feet under
wondering if you ever loved me
Never thought I'd wear that necklace
of rope, in the barn, above in the rafters
owls hooting my return to the god above
Horses all untamed and not groomed
the place of my birth and my death becomes my home
BaileyBuckels
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BaileyBuckels  in my house on a streat
(in my house on a streat)   
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