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Wednesday , February 23, 2022

Wind through my hair, as they stare from their passing cars. Passengers on their way to their ordinary lives. I strive to be alive ‘cause the pain never goes away. Invisible wounds I have from the entirety of my life: the things they did and the words they said to me are still in my memory to this day.

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