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Sep 2019
I remember being younger
heading home on the school bus
and closing my eyes shut
Sometimes with the tongue out sometimes
not
posing for a corpse
waiting for someone to notice
that I had died
for someone to call my name so I couldn’t respond
This - everyday after school
NP
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NP  20/M/NYC
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