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taylormeadowe Aug 13
i want to stand on my two feet
without a crutch or an excuse
truly i know that i'm scared of
being independent, or unaided pride
used to crave being that golden child
beam of light, blistering sun
I'm quite
because they always disrespect me
when I talk.

I talk less
because they never listen
to the words I said.

I put my friends first
because we all know
water taste better than blood.

I stay in my room
because my body feel misfit
in the living room.

I always put my earphones on
because my daydream
always better than reality.
where's my home?

— The End —