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Jan 2022
I held my breath in my own house,
Hoping not to be heard.
I closed my eyes to escape to another land far away.
I held back my voice,
afraid to say the wrong words.
I turn the music up to block the yelling coming through the walls.
Some things never change.
Written by
Blake  24/FTM
(24/FTM)   
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