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Dec 2018
Words caught in my lungs.
can't breathe, no one but me.
Eyes to lazy to see
but the world has taught me to stand correctly,
perfectly still where the darkness can't touch me.
To where I can't hear the whispers behind me.
To where all the yelling and screaming have left my body.
Cylia
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Cylia  23/F
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