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This

Updated: Aug 7, 2019

This is me sitting in silence

on the metal chair

This is me staring at the ageless sky

window against my cheek

This is me counting my steps

crushed by the ceiling

This is me forgotten by the days

or was it someone else

This is me trying to stand tall

in fragments of beauty

holding on to a book

sitting by my own side

in another room


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