( written 9th august 2024 )
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it's strange to be a walking contradiction
somehow, with every shattering realisation
i'm the girl who holds a blade to her skin
and not the woman who expresses her fears
when i cry, i don't recognise my reflection
i'm too familiar with emotional stagnation
so i'll be the man who holds his kin
and not the boy who chokes on his tears
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dumb poems :D
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