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Jul 2024
It's something like the insecurity that claws at my chest
The need to be needed more aligned than that what's best

But I never forget the way their mouths drop open when I fall
Or the guilty thrill I get when I'm about to get it all

It's happiness, fleeting, shaking, faking, it's all a ******* act
While my mind struggles and bubbles with what's fiction or a fact
Mel Little
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Mel Little  30/F/Ohio
(30/F/Ohio)   
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   Wyatt
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