sixty-three.

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𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕

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there is an emptiness
deep within me
where i can't reach
that i don't know how to fill
a glass half empty, never to be half full

i think there must be
something wrong with me
an irreversible rip or tear
and i don't know how to sew
so i leak my feelings out of my veins
all red and raw and hungry

i am snapping at the moon
wishing for a different day tomorrow
wishing for a different me to come

i watch everyone find their people
and i'm on the outside of the crowd
everyone settles into their skin
and i'm still feeling itchy in mine
everyone else is smiling
and my face just goes blank

something must be wrong within me
i'm the one who is different
who can't stitch myself back up
who can't fill the growing void inside

i'm tired of feeling this way
and i just want to live
want to find more meaning than this

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