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Jan 2019
Hiding my true self under my warm, broken flesh,
Looking in a mirror and seeing a figure looking back.
Nobody knows me.

Fake smiles,
Fake laughs,
Being okay so no questions are asked.
Yet all I want to do is release this pain,
Eating me from the inside, out.
Buried Words
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Buried Words  18/F/Ireland
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   Fawn
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