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The Words Don't Matter. The Letters Do.


I am standing here. Not really knowing what door to open. Every moment feels like a stab leaving invisible cuts. Each person looks like the same face. Doubt lingers in my air as I exhale. "Hurry up and leave," I want to scream. Every future generation of mine cry from unknown loss. Life lingers as mine slowly departs. People, don't you see what is infront if your face? But Simple minds. Angry faces these monsters make. Very perplexed parents persist Everyday was good. They don't know what Happens when they dont try to look. Endless hours of humiliation Multiple days of suffering. In case I am perfectly normal Never try me Slippery slopes always go down Terrific parties try to hard Everyone knows this. And if I am normal, remember this- Death arrives on its on watch.
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