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Feb 2020
my bouncy house
filled with
empty words

the party ended
& I deflated.

words felt like a fever dream,
hallucinated on make believe
& I believed.

words shifted like the sands,
moved where the wind casted
& I was casted out.

words mined my heart,
excavated what good was left
& I was left to be forgotten.
& we move on like we aren’t stuck on words that once held so much meaning.
Betthia Mae
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Betthia Mae  21/F/sunny diego
(21/F/sunny diego)   
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