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Jun 2016
the pain i feel is real
as real as all i see and touch and hear,
but you are not real,
you do not feel.

you are plastic,
you're stretching and bending,
almost like elastic,
trying to fit in

im happy in my ******* bin,
and, though i cry i will fake a smile,
drowning my pain in gin,
so i will fake it for a while
Written by
aimee achten  australia
(australia)   
672
   AJ
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