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I bite my tongue in a room full of strangers. Widen my lungs. Then swallow my pride. I know my place. Where I'm safe and I'm sorry. Behind my face is where it all stays. And I don't feel nervous. Except for at night. It's not like I'm ceding. Just biding my time. I don't feel angry. Anymore. Everything's nothing to me. Everything's nothing to me. Anything's something to me. Everything's nothing to me. I guess I struck gold. My sense for suppression. At least I've been told. Humble and cold. And I don't feel angry. Except at myself. It's all self protection. Just good for my health. I don't feel nervous. Anymore. Everything's nothing to me. Everything's nothing to me. Anything's something to me. But nobody's everything to me.
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Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 10:47 AM UTC
Duck
I bite my tongue in a room full of strangers. Widen my lungs. Then swallow my pride. I know my place. Where I'm safe and I'm sorry. Behind my face is where it all stays. And I don't feel nervous. Except for at night. It's not like I'm ceding. Just biding my time. I don't feel angry. Anymore. Everything's nothing to me. Everything's nothing to me. Anything's something to me. Everything's nothing to me. I guess I struck gold. My sense for suppression. At least I've been told. Humble and cold. And I don't feel angry. Except at myself. It's all self protection. Just good for my health. I don't feel nervous. Anymore. Everything's nothing to me. Everything's nothing to me. Anything's something to me. But nobody's everything to me.
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Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 10:47 AM UTC
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