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My face is a study in cheekbones and shadows And still I remember a time when I felt at peace Before my eyes grew distant I was softer, fuller of colour and life My smile, my pout, my laugh Are a remnant of lost days Now I paste them over too-sharp eyes And a stiff jaw Feeling hideously unnatural An imposter in my own skin To save myself I withdrew from myself I think I have been away for too long
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Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 8:58 PM UTC
Imposter
My face is a study in cheekbones and shadows And still I remember a time when I felt at peace Before my eyes grew distant I was softer, fuller of colour and life My smile, my pout, my laugh Are a remnant of lost days Now I paste them over too-sharp eyes And a stiff jaw Feeling hideously unnatural An imposter in my own skin To save myself I withdrew from myself I think I have been away for too long
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Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 8:58 PM UTC
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