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Oct 2017
Watch,
   as I become everything you want me to be.
Listen,
   and maybe you could hear me crying at night.
Watch,
   as I finally become perfect in your eyes.
Listen,
   and you might hear me finally rip in two,
Between who I should be and who I am.
insomniatrical
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insomniatrical  22/@ ur mom's rn
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