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Apr 2021
void of sound
eyes tightly clenched shut
digits connected to tense palms over little ears
nothing can hurt me here
or so i thought
all the times she screamed at me
i should've just covered my ears
but now it's too late
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cal  19/Cisgender Female/ya motha
(19/Cisgender Female/ya motha)   
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