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Aug 2019
soft footsteps move up the stairs,
i ignore the world's harsh stares

into my room, in which i know i am safe and will not hear the criticisms.

music flows into my ears and fills the empty space,
it takes me to new places: the galaxy and space.

i am once again comforted and affirmed that i am brave for shutting them out.
newpoetica
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newpoetica  21/F/California
(21/F/California)   
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