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Feb 2018
I was quiet
but I was not blind.
And although I couldn't see inside their mind,
I knew there was a riot,
there was chaos
and destruction
I could not funtion
I was at a loss.
I'm sorry for the title, but I could not think of anything to name it.
Written by
Marissa Calderon
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