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I learned that writing the bad thoughts down helped me pick myself back up. poetry from a couple years ago, a younger soul.

fakery persona

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by nightmerrs

by nightmerrs

i thought he wanted silicone plastic for skin

i thought he wanted a face plastered in colorful paint

i thought he wanted a girl who wore daisy dukes
and played dumb
and was addicted to her phone
and laughed at everything that came out of his mouth

but he didn't

and i was not that girl

emphasis on was

now i am

and unintentionally

i played him
with a fakery persona
and little did i know
that i pushed him away