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May 2020
If you looked even once,
If you turned to me,
If you touched me once,
If you said one word
selflessly.

Can youth suffer silence
Until youth is gone?
But silence is the worst kind of friend
When she is a companion constant,
And I cannot live like the dead
Until I am among them.

The most important choices are made for us,
And I did not choose to be me.

But if you looked just once,
If you looked at me
Like you could see nothing else,
Then there would be no clouds,
Then I could live in the blue sky again.
Noah Ducane
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Noah Ducane  20/M/Washington state
(20/M/Washington state)   
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