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the voice is back it wont go away not until I give in they want me to grab my sharpened pencil find a good spot and scribble into the peach paper scribble harsh enough or they wont be satisfied then once they are satisfied they will stop they'll go quiet then I will be filled with regret I will hide my tainted pencil then take a shower cleaning the harshly done scribbles then hide my paper from anyone and everyone my parents will wonder 'Why are you wearing a sweater? It's over 90 degrees!' I'll act surprised and say that im really cold they wont notice how my eyes dart to the place where I scribbled my peach paper they wont notice how I tug my sleeves down quickly when I reach for a salad bowl they will never be able to notice my damaged peach paper if they do they will never understand they will call me selfish they will think i want attention they will never understand the voice i hear beckoning for me to scribble my poor poor peach paper
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Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 10:27 AM UTC
poor peach paper
the voice is back it wont go away not until I give in they want me to grab my sharpened pencil find a good spot and scribble into the peach paper scribble harsh enough or they wont be satisfied then once they are satisfied they will stop they'll go quiet then I will be filled with regret I will hide my tainted pencil then take a shower cleaning the harshly done scribbles then hide my paper from anyone and everyone my parents will wonder 'Why are you wearing a sweater? It's over 90 degrees!' I'll act surprised and say that im really cold they wont notice how my eyes dart to the place where I scribbled my peach paper they wont notice how I tug my sleeves down quickly when I reach for a salad bowl they will never be able to notice my damaged peach paper if they do they will never understand they will call me selfish they will think i want attention they will never understand the voice i hear beckoning for me to scribble my poor poor peach paper
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Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 10:27 AM UTC
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