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Aug 2018
When I see a pen my eye twitches,
aware of the millions of words that I've trapped in,
aware of the breaths I never really exhaled.
My throat closes up at the thought of being heard,
my opinions are stuck in the sentence "I wish I could I've said,"
When I see a pen I see a chance,
a chance to turn ink into my voice.
Mary-claire.
Mary-claire
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Mary-claire  19/F/neverland.
(19/F/neverland.)   
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