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It’s taken me a thousand and one cries  To realize  I put a blanket over my head to shut out the world.  A world that sees women as sex objects 
Under a blanket on the floor of the basement It’s a fort I know but he didn’t say so   Our laptops look the same, but mine has a sticker
A Photograph of The Past   I’m laying here, the ceiling’s caving in. I’m staring up in a gaze waiting for the fallout. I’m still, I will not move. I will lose myself in this crumble.
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