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May 2019
Time has not given me a truce.
I wonder when was the last time I said pretty things?
All these awful things destroy me to the bottom.
I has been droping tears on the floor waiting that I feel all again.
I see your photos on parties with all your friends.
They used to be mine too.
I check my phone and nothing new but I look one more time.
I´m useless,no one is there.
I´m alone.
It's so obvious how much I need attention.
I´ll fit this.
I´m dancing and laughing,
I dance very badly,
I have wear my best dress,
A red lipstick in my lips
And I spent hours looking at myself in front of the mirror.
This my time.
Just me.
Talking about myself.
Writing about it.
I´m pride talking I´m pretty .
No one can drag me down today.

- V.
Written by
Pretend Poetry
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     ---, Bogdan Dragos, Selcæiös and Fawn
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