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I feel stuck, a jack in a box Pull my crank, I will appear Not me, but rather one that is faux A facade shown, to appease my peer But if stuck, akin to schrodingers cat Because true feelings i hide with a mask Unknown if I’m doing well with pent up feelings Feelings that got my sanity reeling Cursed this arrow that impaled my soul Mundane enough that I fell in a manhole For I yearn to be romantic yet timid So back in the box, stuck I’m winded
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Jan 26, 2020
Jan 26, 2020 at 10:18 AM UTC
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I feel stuck, a jack in a box Pull my crank, I will appear Not me, but rather one that is faux A facade shown, to appease my peer But if stuck, akin to schrodingers cat Because true feelings i hide with a mask Unknown if I’m doing well with pent up feelings Feelings that got my sanity reeling Cursed this arrow that impaled my soul Mundane enough that I fell in a manhole For I yearn to be romantic yet timid So back in the box, stuck I’m winded
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Jan 26, 2020
Jan 26, 2020 at 10:18 AM UTC
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