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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.
