this time last year

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tw: ed


this time last year i rose early and went to sleep late,

succumbing to the dull drone of monotony.

i cried in the shower and wished that

my stomach would stop growling quite so loud in

a silent classroom where the morning sun peeked through the clouds

and shone light everywhere except for upon my frigid face.

i smiled and pretended and hated myself quietly

because i forgot how to make my tongue move,

forgot how to let the discordant notes of my voice

tumble from my mouth,

forgot how to let it past the walls i erected of my lips.

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