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I’m being handed erasers when all I’ve ever known is the smell of ink I’m feeling so clueless I don’t know what I think I’m like a bird born in a cage who does not know what wings are for while others fly, I sit and cry because I don’t know why…
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Mar 6, 2022
Mar 6, 2022 at 3:45 AM UTC
Smell of Ink
I’m being handed erasers when all I’ve ever known is the smell of ink I’m feeling so clueless I don’t know what I think I’m like a bird born in a cage who does not know what wings are for while others fly, I sit and cry because I don’t know why…
#lost#confusion#feelings#love#life#time
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anahies
21/F
Mar 6, 2022
Mar 6, 2022 at 3:45 AM UTC
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