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Aug 2016
Her words went unheard.
Her story untold.
She lived in silence.
A deafening silence.

But had her voice been heard,
The world would have turned out better.

And the world would have been filled
With deafening noise.
Written by
Noah Stowe  Gender Fluid/My house
(Gender Fluid/My house)   
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