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Mar 2017
Strangle me then ask me why am I not breathing.
Suffocate me then ask "why are you wheezing?"
If I was was deaf would you ask why I cannot hear?
If I was blind would you ask why I cannot see clear?
While I look down would you think I am looking above?
This is how it feels when told that I am utterly stern.
I cannot give love when mistreated is given in return.
Chloe Zafonte
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Chloe Zafonte  22/F/United States
(22/F/United States)   
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