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Mar 2020
I'm standing at the edge
I could be great
I know it...
But I'm suffering in silence
Sleeping in a hotel
That's foreign to me
And wondering...
Knowing
That the world will know me
But I can't do this
Or that
I can't be me
Without looks
Because it feels like they hate me
For knowing
I can do something
And I'm just hoping I can hold on.
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The Tenet with Art in His Room  15/M
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