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Sep 2020
This time.

This time.

This time.

Like a fly trying to get outside, I keep slamming into seen and unseen barriers.

I keep trying and hoping.

This time will be different.

This time things will work out.

This time.  

My skull is cracked

Blood is running down my chest

But I keep trying and hoping.

This time.  

This time.  

This time.
Written by
Jada  25/Non-binary/Minneapolis
(25/Non-binary/Minneapolis)   
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