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Mar 2014
I.
Look at
them all

II.
I knew them
as children
we were all in the woods
I thought
they are so much more then I
am

III.
I figured
they would always be
so important
so much

IV.
And they are
but they
are no longer happy

V.
I wanted to see them
in six years
I wanted to see how happy they would be

VI.
Six years
and look
lungs full of smoke
wrists covered in scars

VII.
I'm
worried
about
you.
Steven Muir
Written by
Steven Muir  20/Transgender Male/Santa Clarita, California
(20/Transgender Male/Santa Clarita, California)   
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