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here are the keys to my home,

here’s the SIM card to my phone.

here are my thoughts when I’m alone.

here are the scars I’ve turned into growth.

here are the things I’ve done on my own.

here’s my life, as you wish it to be told.

words are ever only words.

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The men cried out,