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Apr 2021
I am simply not okay
Not today
I have been left in dismay
Spit on my grave
Resubmitted for flowers
Held against my own power
Survived only so you would not sour
So you could sit here and call me a coward
Somehow hold my life
Until I die
Ignore my cries
To have a better night
We pass alone
Our bodies turn to bone
Get a headstone
And we grow into the unknown
Dominque Rodello
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Dominque Rodello  21/M
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