no one knows
anything about me anymore
because i hide behind
pretty lies
and a perfect pretence
but right now
everything i've built to protect myself
it's falling apart.
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1:01am thoughts
Poetryat 1 past 1 in the am when the world is falling apart what would you think about?
forty-seventh thought.
no one knows
anything about me anymore
because i hide behind
pretty lies
and a perfect pretence
but right now
everything i've built to protect myself
it's falling apart.
