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Oct 2022
No matter how I contort
and perform and stretch
and dance for you
criticism is first to escape your lips.
Always swallowing your praise,
As if being great is my everyday expectation
you could crush me like a bug underneath your ego and your pride
Written by
Dani  23/F/Washington, DC
(23/F/Washington, DC)   
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