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I can’t pretend anymore.
I can’t hide inside these beautiful f**k**g eyes, and behind these tar and nicotine stained teeth. I have to catch a f**k**g breath, take a step. I wish I could express myself without fear, oppression is taking place. Who is holding me down, holding my tongue… holding me back…
I’m f**k**g terrified, yet I can’t define the aggressor. Who is my antagonist, and where is the conflict? Inside.
It’s inside.
I am the lost one…with so much potential it is nauseating… wasted. Wasted.
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