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Sep 2019
it was almost inaudible
the timidity palpable

terrified of the demonic backlash
for her audacity to speak over
the legions of voices
who stripped her of her humanity,
telling her she was already dead
convincing her to finish the job
expecting her to give in any day

it was almost inaudible
the timidity palpable


“excuse me
i’m sorry
excuse me
...i’m still here”






“oh and f*ck you all”
i let the clouds convince me
that the sun had stopped shining,
but what a stupid girl i was...

i am the sun
amanda
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amanda  24//dallas
(24//dallas)   
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