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Jan 2020
Don't you think it's funny how,
My skin turns blue after the shock of your eye,
How my teeth crack forefeeling an explosion,
But my mouth stays shut,
Right after yours has opened for ever.
Tried to picture the insecurities of an individual, when people will always have something to say about them.
Written by
Ana  22/F/Guatemala
(22/F/Guatemala)   
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