eighteen.

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𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒚 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 / 𝒄𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒅

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ripping my skin off
flipping myself inside out
i want to feel better
but i just don't know how

crying over existence in my room
listening to my playlist with you

there is no rest
there is no end
for all this anger inside my head

they say something transphobic again
and i think i've reached my end

there is no bare minimum here
only us, with secrets to share
but nobody ever says a word

i feel like a caged bird.

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