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Mar 2019
roses are red
that much is true
the walls are listening
and watching your every move

the spies are a secret
the phones are all tapped
the government is lying
keep watching your back

your friends aren't your friends
your mother isn't your own
your father doesn't trust you
there's no such thing as home
Im weird and i kno it
wearin spanx and i show it
got these stretch marks on my *****
and these carbs are bound to grow it
Written by
Kay-Rosa  14/Genderqueer/FSM Heaven
(14/Genderqueer/FSM Heaven)   
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