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May 21
As soon as I learned
I don’t need to hold anyone's hand
while I’m crossing the road anymore,
The heaviness
of the risks I never knew
not to take
conversed with me after dark,
they reside.
Written by
Charlotte T  F/Melbourne
(F/Melbourne)   
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