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It wasn't the pain I was afraid of, dripping acid between my toes. It wasn't the eyes following me, an oddity, wearing a bow. It wasn't my mother's warning, that it was time to let go. It was my understanding dawning, that my life was a comedy show. Gawked at by bemused eyes. Spectators, in awe of their own lies.
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Sep 28, 2022
Sep 28, 2022 at 6:38 AM UTC
A Bow
It wasn't the pain I was afraid of, dripping acid between my toes. It wasn't the eyes following me, an oddity, wearing a bow. It wasn't my mother's warning, that it was time to let go. It was my understanding dawning, that my life was a comedy show. Gawked at by bemused eyes. Spectators, in awe of their own lies.
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26/F/Southern Hemisphere
Sep 28, 2022
Sep 28, 2022 at 6:38 AM UTC
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