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My words are repeating themselves, I'm forgetting how to write Like I've closed my mouth for too long, only opening to receive I swallow insults from the front and back Worst *** in the world. I grasp the pipe in the bus, as if I'll sink to the floor and towards people's ***** hands Who watch me inside their heads as I'm blowing them obediently Even when I'm wearing my modest clothes. These days a pretty girl is not won by honesty everybody's understood that the words they're looking for have to be intriguing   or hit a certain spot. "You have sad eyes" Yes. You're not the one who noticed it. I was the one who followed their deprivation of joy replacing what I once had with something I have And will have more. A shell, clotting blood forcing itself in the veins. Protection. Realizing that every vulnerability means abuse Also understanding that it is my nature. Every mask is obvious, I'll end um like my mother.   I am the one who has noticed. I'm going back to where I've been I know the smell, the feeling like an old lover it greets me and knows how to touch freezes the blood, puts me in the corner And yet I often enjoy it.
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
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My words are repeating themselves, I'm forgetting how to write Like I've closed my mouth for too long, only opening to receive I swallow insults from the front and back Worst *** in the world. I grasp the pipe in the bus, as if I'll sink to the floor and towards people's ***** hands Who watch me inside their heads as I'm blowing them obediently Even when I'm wearing my modest clothes. These days a pretty girl is not won by honesty everybody's understood that the words they're looking for have to be intriguing   or hit a certain spot. "You have sad eyes" Yes. You're not the one who noticed it. I was the one who followed their deprivation of joy replacing what I once had with something I have And will have more. A shell, clotting blood forcing itself in the veins. Protection. Realizing that every vulnerability means abuse Also understanding that it is my nature. Every mask is obvious, I'll end um like my mother.   I am the one who has noticed. I'm going back to where I've been I know the smell, the feeling like an old lover it greets me and knows how to touch freezes the blood, puts me in the corner And yet I often enjoy it.
emilija
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emilija
30/Non-binary/Macedonian
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
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