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Sep 2021
an avalanche of thought
crashing onto my spine.
Burying me with “what if’s “
and scenarios
that are impossible for
I take the impact,
you receive an aftershock.
I’m sorry,
I’m sorry,
I’m sorry.
I want the be the heroine in the
novel they write books about,
not the woman that
always needs saving.
Written by
stephanie  23/F/Maryland
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