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i want to be the pretty, popular girl that gets attention from all of her classmates just from walking in the room.
i want to be the hot highschool boy that has women all over him.
i want to be the handsome man that gets praised for the bare minimum.
i want to be the pretty tiktok girl that gets called gorgeous a hundred times on a single video.
it's a want not a need.
but it feels like a need.
it feels like i have to be someone that i'm not, someone that i want to be.
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I don't have the motivation to capitalize this one.
Again, interpret it as you'd like, although I think the significance is pretty clear.
Do NOT claim my poem as your own.
YOU ARE READING
thought prison
Poetrypoems. a lot of poems. lost thoughts without a mind, but also a lost mind, without thoughts
