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Aug 2018
I sit there, Silent hoping for someone to notice my pain.
To look past my smile, to look into my eyes.
I want someone to know that my silence is my loudest cry for help.
They don't question why I'm quiet anymore.
I was forgotten and left behind.
All because my cry for help wasn't loud enough for them.
Lilla
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Lilla  14/Non-binary/Where ever the fuck
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