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fun and games and bright lights on strings stuffed plushies & autumn leaves and kindness from every person i see until you remove the carnival glass and im seen for what i am and the carnival goers in all their own carnival masks do not understand ive spoken my truth so they pack up the stands pile bright costumes into dark vans and i find myself left with an empty field of cold air
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Oct 9, 2019
Oct 9, 2019 at 1:02 AM UTC
cold air
fun and games and bright lights on strings stuffed plushies & autumn leaves and kindness from every person i see until you remove the carnival glass and im seen for what i am and the carnival goers in all their own carnival masks do not understand ive spoken my truth so they pack up the stands pile bright costumes into dark vans and i find myself left with an empty field of cold air
such is the harsh reality of being known
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M/Nowhere, USA
Oct 9, 2019
Oct 9, 2019 at 1:02 AM UTC
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