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Mannequins

She asks, how can you be happy living in this no bedroom shithole that somehow gets smaller with every sigh? We weren’t supposed to be these people, happily moving hot air from one place to the next. We are like mannequins now every aching minute together same faces and no new words.
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M / Vancouver, BC
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Written by
imposter-artist
M / Vancouver, BC
Published
Jun 6, 2019
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let's just stare

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#mannequins#change#lifestories#nowords
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