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Mar 2020
So much frustration.
So much anger.
Voices shouting.
Seems like a stranger.

I have to listen.
Though it pains me to stay.
The conflict thickens.
But I can't look away.

Did they say my name?
Are they talking about me?
The yells get louder.
Finally I have to leave.
Isabella
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Isabella  19/F/USA
(19/F/USA)   
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   jordan and Wyatt
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