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Jul 2018
down on my knees again, sweaty hands folded on my bed
praying to a power that may not exist

this time, like every time before
"am I being heard?"
or am I just nineteen and crazy
exchanging words with the air
I resent for filling my lungs
and keeping me alive
Tori Barnes
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Tori Barnes  20/F/Pittsburgh
(20/F/Pittsburgh)   
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