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Jan 2016
I wish to be mute
my only voice is on paper
Half the time I'm alive
I wish I wasn't .
I want to cry so hard
when I'm alone but
I know
No one cares
My throat feels sore from
screaming, but I
haven't screamed yet.
I feel I have no one
to tell,
to tell what?
Is what I say to myself.
Aaron Bee
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Aaron Bee  22/Non-binary/Shiprock, New Mexico
(22/Non-binary/Shiprock, New Mexico)   
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