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Teeth

They keep laughing at me Their noise flow forth from the DEPTHs of their throats On their thrones they point their fingers I see their diaphragms trembling in glee hAHaha So what if you don't like the real me? hAHaha I don't CARE hAHaha These aren' the colours I should see ... They're not there. I see the colours, the pictures The words never come
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Asominate
21 / Guyana, South America
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Written by
Asominate
21 / Guyana, South America
Published
Jan 14, 2019
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Plot twist! (Actual scene): Just did bad on a test I give my all in and the teacher calls out my score in front of all the class. They stare in surprise at me since I'm one of 'those guys' that's perfection as I try not to fall apart in public.

Why does when I get tense, my vision loses colour?

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#teeth#test#class#laugh#fallapart#joenymous#jolife#mylife#schoizophrenia#hallucinations
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