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Aug 2018
with every click of Their tongues,
i am acquiescent.
Their words fill my lungs,
audible discontent.

i swallow Their disgust,
mostly misinterpreted,
i nonchalantly combust,
now i am free.
Written by
megan  17/F
     SMS, rose, Santita, Fawn, Hubert and 2 others
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