Do you know the feeling of being understood?

Me neither.

Do you know the feeling of being loved?

Me neither.

Do you know the feeling of betrayal?

That I knew, as I feel fresh wounds still scattered across my heart

The thousands of doodles and drawings I had in my sketchbook

Could never compare to my wrist's lines of art

The things you could find hidden in a book

Might ju...

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I’m like the wallpaper on somebody’s walls,
no one would even notice if I was being torn or ripped apart.
Until it starts to take over my attitude
my behaviour
my mood
Yet they see it like a tradition.
a sort of thing that happens once it’s ‘old’ enough, once I become a teenager.

But I’m breaking,
yet it’s masked by a genius at illusions,
just like the magicians that keep you guessing.
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