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May 2020
I feel like when there is too much space around me,
I could hold a breath and never let go,
no one would hear my hand fall to the ground
because the room has too much sound, and my
small hand means nothing to a concrete floor,
carpeted over to muffle the screaming silence.
Written by
Jasmine  London
(London)   
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