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the rain pounded heavily last night drops of water ran slowly down the car windows matching the silver trails of the tears that wound down my cheeks rough hands that weren't yours stroked my skin
“Relief is here, no more tears.” They say as I try to disappear. I don’t understand why they care I wish they’d leave me alone instead. They want me home, they want me safe. When all I want is to escape.
She will not matter.
I was born into a world Where people judge. A world where people can't Really ever be themselves. And those who are different, Are prosecuted with no regard. The trials happen so fast, I can't keep up.
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