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Aug 2014
i am hidden somewhere behind hushed
silences, sporadic breaths, and a
fluttering heartbeat

i am sat towards the front of the
class with tears brimming my eyes
and fingers dotted with blood and paint

maybe someone will see me someday
i've always been a quiet soul.
cr
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cr  midwest, usa
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