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Jan 2020
i used to look like a whisper

soft and fragile
barely more than silence
trying so hard not to disturb
afraid to break

now when people look at me, they see a scream

loud and unforgiving
filling the space with indignation
no pauses, no hesitation
breaking everything

but i can't see me. i can just listen.
i sound like fingernails biting palms
idiosyncrasy
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