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Feb 2018
Silent I lay
I hear the whispers in the air
The violence in their words
Like slashes they wound deeply
The sun is about to set, preparing for the pain
The whispers haunting, why was I chosen?
These whispers are poison
They flow through my veins
I'm lost inside them
I'm not free of them
They're all lies
Their words mean nothing
I will not believe
I will not prevail
Josiah Archuleta
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Josiah Archuleta  18/M/New Mexico
(18/M/New Mexico)   
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