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May 2019
i no longer find solace
in my solitude because the voices in
my heard are too loud.
                      "your nose is too big"
"you're too fat"

          "you'll never be good enough"

"no one likes you"

"better off dead"

and the office talk begins.
Written by
blackbiird  27/F/A happy place.
(27/F/A happy place.)   
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