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Aug 2020
My soul spoke volumes as it cried through my chest.
Nothing would be so pure,
so painful.
Nothing like hearing
the soul speak
after years of silence.
Hurt.
Screaming it begged,
to be set free,
โ€œplease, let me go.โ€
Please.
Written by
Aspen  Genderqueer
(Genderqueer)   
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