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Oct 2020
At times, it sounds like crowds are cheering, when I'm sitting in a silent room.

With my lower jaw working on a merger with my upper. I take a deep breath and sigh.

Until I hear the silence.
Thoughts are noisy
Alaina Moore
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Alaina Moore  32/Non-binary/Chicago
(32/Non-binary/Chicago)   
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