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Trapped in my own skin, Take a peeler to my arms, Something so foreign. I can see the cracks, Jagged lines running across, In this borrowed mask. Truth seeps out in drops, Reality threatening, To break the facade.
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Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 10:16 AM UTC
A Suit Of Sadness: 5 doubts, 7 fears, 5 worries
Trapped in my own skin, Take a peeler to my arms, Something so foreign. I can see the cracks, Jagged lines running across, In this borrowed mask. Truth seeps out in drops, Reality threatening, To break the facade.
The only thing I can write recently are Haiku but I dislike them
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16/F/Anywhere but here
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 10:16 AM UTC
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