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 hearing how I should be

from invisible voices

of those who surround me

bodies speak visible language 

tone, word choice

faces made

the way we trade 

glances scare me into submission

I feel everything everywhere

yells conform to me

comfortability in conformity

because then I no longer

long to belong

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