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  • Writer's pictureTatianna Wilkins

After the Storm

Goodbye,


They called you less than,

They lied about your reality right in front of your face.

You took the lies like a child would,

As truth with confusion, acceptance and delusion.

You began to lie to keep your identity safe.

Scared of the consequence of hell so you ran away from trying to be seen.

Absorbing all the thoughts and emotions of everyone’s reality expect your own.


Now you choose who you want to be because all the voices are gone and I finally hear myself.


Hello, Tatianna.






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