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The kind of person no-one wants to know She wears her sincerest smile ignores their whispers, and head raised, looks them in the eye every single ******* day. It’s the only thing to do (apart from finally ending it) But mountains were easier to climb, and amidst the coloured powder crush underfoot of her former soul There’s really not much left in the tank
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Nov 16, 2023
Nov 16, 2023 at 5:58 AM UTC
Poetic Injustice
The kind of person no-one wants to know She wears her sincerest smile ignores their whispers, and head raised, looks them in the eye every single ******* day. It’s the only thing to do (apart from finally ending it) But mountains were easier to climb, and amidst the coloured powder crush underfoot of her former soul There’s really not much left in the tank
RandleFunk
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Nov 16, 2023
Nov 16, 2023 at 5:58 AM UTC
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