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Jun 2019
She's alive! I gasp
Waking in the saturated falseness of my dream
I drive for hours every time
Just to see you proud of me again
Are you proud of me again?
Your tired eyes pierce my rest
And I always fall for it over and over
Knowing well I'm stuck in a bubble of lies
I'll still look for you, frantically
To tell you what I never said.
I'm sorry.
Monique Matheson
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Monique Matheson  26/F/Arizona
(26/F/Arizona)   
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