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Aug 2020
It was just me and you
You and I
In this house that smelled of candles
I was tired and wanted to leave,
The second that I walked in
But you took my hand
Led me up the stairs
And told me, "go to the room in blue"
I listened.
You closed the door and hurt me.
I still have nightmares of that morning,
11:30 A.M. in the bright sunlight
Early mornings will never be the same
Leah Ackeret
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Leah Ackeret  17/F/Wisconsin
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