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i didn't understand how my back was curved like a spoon all the time how my breath stops at the eyes upon me how my voice stops to be heard at their stares my cowardice i was jealous their stance, the way they held their chins up high their never-ending smiles and laughs and talks their wits, never stopping to think, always ready their courage i am stuck in my own world not because they told me to because i have to someone has to yield someone has to be the clapper someone has to watch someone has to be inferior i am— that's my role in this world i will never be— never be the.
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Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 11:30 AM UTC
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i didn't understand how my back was curved like a spoon all the time how my breath stops at the eyes upon me how my voice stops to be heard at their stares my cowardice i was jealous their stance, the way they held their chins up high their never-ending smiles and laughs and talks their wits, never stopping to think, always ready their courage i am stuck in my own world not because they told me to because i have to someone has to yield someone has to be the clapper someone has to watch someone has to be inferior i am— that's my role in this world i will never be— never be the.
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#thoughts#social#anxiety#society#roles#the#courage#coward
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Lavinia
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Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 11:30 AM UTC
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