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Nov 2019
running down a hall no end in sight
doors line each side, all shut, all locked
they all look the same where am I going
where am I going
where can I go
what is there to do but pick a door and try to break it open

ill try until I give myself a concussion
at least then I don't have to be present for this
lex hughes
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lex hughes  22/Non-binary
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