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I don’t even know what to say.
You’ve stolen my voice.
I can only sit here, fuming in silence.
Pin me to the wall. Puncture my wings.
And hold me there.
Rip the wings off – Rip the floor out from under me.
I believe in the education system that tells our youth how to do IT safely rather than not at all.
IT. Yes. IT. IT as in sex.
