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Every room I enter feels like a stage, and I’m the actor that forgets the lines
The constriction gnawing in my throat as I feel the acid burn
I see their faces alight with joy, reeling in echoes of my defeat
I bat my eyes, look to the floor with crumbling hands, the nails bitten off
If only I could peel away the skin of doubt and wear something lighter
Tear away the facade of perfection t...
Monday 20th January 2025 10:05 pm
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