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(Annabelle's POV)


A frown was plastered on my face.

It was a expression that I wore daily.

It was if I was mad at the world.

At least that's what everyone told me.

I left lunch to go to the library.

I couldn't stand being in the cafeteria for too long,

without the constant reminder that

I can hear all of these v o i c e s  around me.

Yet when I look around for my voice,

it wasn't there.

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