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Aug 2019
I'm sitting in my room
lit by the blue screen
huddled in the shadows
under my blankets I curl

peacefully blissfully alone
away from the loud noise
of the harsh judging world
where I can be the loser
Can we only be ourselves
when we are alone
will
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will  22/America
(22/America)   
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