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May 14
she said we need to “promote awareness”
like that’s a magic spell
like i haven’t been painfully aware
of every breath, every failure,
every thought that eats me alive
before breakfast.

i sat there,
stiff on a couch
that wasn’t soft enough
to pretend it cared.
i smiled politely,
like i didn’t already know
what was broken.
Written by
lizie  17/F
(17/F)   
69
   Foogle and Lyle
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