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It's harder for my lungs to open up to new air when you're here than when you're not After all your presence takes all the space I used to shape to fit my own self my own taste Instead you force me into a mold you've created Force my body to fit my mind to submit my patience to coexist with things I never wanted A life not made for me I'm just one of your mannequins to pass the time when people disappoint you life doesn't go your way your choices don't matter so that you can shape me into your own frustrations and smother my essence I'm just one of your mannequins and now that you've left I don't fit in myself.
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Dec 29, 2020
Dec 29, 2020 at 1:31 PM UTC
Mannequin
It's harder for my lungs to open up to new air when you're here than when you're not After all your presence takes all the space I used to shape to fit my own self my own taste Instead you force me into a mold you've created Force my body to fit my mind to submit my patience to coexist with things I never wanted A life not made for me I'm just one of your mannequins to pass the time when people disappoint you life doesn't go your way your choices don't matter so that you can shape me into your own frustrations and smother my essence I'm just one of your mannequins and now that you've left I don't fit in myself.
I was in love with a girl once who didn't love me back. She made me feel inadequate but also the best, most unrealistic version of myself
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Dec 29, 2020
Dec 29, 2020 at 1:31 PM UTC
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