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Apr 2020
If I could make the sound of cortisol
pumping through my veins,
it would sound like quarantine

Empty, but full of fear
Tired, but unable to stop moving
Alone, but surrounded by whispers

And here I am, stressed
about homework
Being at home is still hard. I miss seeing people.
Saige
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Saige
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   Marissa, M and Colm
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