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Blink. I close my eyes, but the tears don't come out. Because a girl who has it all, shouldn't pout. Blink. Skip to the 1960's scene, cheesy music playing. Just a movie in my head, a childhood memory decaying. Blink. It's worse than feeling numb, it's a drought. Because the ability to express oneself, is not something one can go without. Blink. Pieces are missing, messages not relaying. The gaslighting so loug, I can't hear what everyone is saying. Blink. How to separate the truth, the act of torture lies in doubt. But a girl who appears to have it all, shouldn't pout.
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Oct 11, 2021
Oct 11, 2021 at 12:41 PM UTC
Blink.
Blink. I close my eyes, but the tears don't come out. Because a girl who has it all, shouldn't pout. Blink. Skip to the 1960's scene, cheesy music playing. Just a movie in my head, a childhood memory decaying. Blink. It's worse than feeling numb, it's a drought. Because the ability to express oneself, is not something one can go without. Blink. Pieces are missing, messages not relaying. The gaslighting so loug, I can't hear what everyone is saying. Blink. How to separate the truth, the act of torture lies in doubt. But a girl who appears to have it all, shouldn't pout.
Jocelyn
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Oct 11, 2021
Oct 11, 2021 at 12:41 PM UTC
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