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Mar 14
I don't have my people
Never met someone
Who I felt secure enough with
To fully trust
To connect with
Let's go off script!

Who might understand
Who'd be willing to listen?
I couldn't explain myself anyways
Anymore
It's been so long I've forgotten

Makes sense tho
I'm not a real person
Just a hollow wind up doll
All lines and make pretend
A walking matryoshka
Layers on layers of crumbling paint
Yet nothings inside to find
Written by
Jonas  24/M/Berlin
(24/M/Berlin)   
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   Jeremy Betts
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