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Nov 2018
i am twenty one years old
and i have forgotten what it
was like to not want to be
dead. the sun is bright and
the air is summer-warmed
and i wrap myself in the
quiet and try to remember
how to breathe.
5/14/18
Written by
malcolm  21/Non-binary/Bloomington, IN
(21/Non-binary/Bloomington, IN)   
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