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Jan 2020
Unable to get out
And unable to speak.
Can't get along with
Due to my disability.

Harsh voices,
High pitches,
Every ears
Turned into pieces.

Forgetting to communicate.
Wish to be a candidate.
But I rather to imitate
And never be the delicate.
October 16, 2019
Written by
Ezar Co
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