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Yet there unhealed wounds are slowly but surely starting to show
Hitting my brain
That their words hate brushes and that suicidal feeling it had paint!
With pressure
Unmeasured
There is really more to life of one than the eyes can see
if I didn’t know better I’d say one would truly need a microscope
While behind the close curtains its quite certain, you’d see me with dope
yet cant
Would weave
On what I say
And night
I am in school
Of insecurities better
Of men
And judge them and call them out publicly to judge them
As anticipated
After being thought as the older one you just might provide
Us with comfort
But in the end your opinions on how great my life ought to be you have shoved to us