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Jul 2020
I put my voice under a light not knowing that it would burn to a crisp, and all you would hear would be the weakening growls of an animal refusing to die. I thought I had to speak to exist, when all one should ever have to do is be.
Written by
Dante  27/Non-binary/Connecticut
   Brother Jimmy
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