I've been living in this world inside my head where all I see are ugly replications of myself, except one dresses like a staff member, one of them walks like my sister, one of them talks like my best friend and one of them smells like my dad and I can they're all real people. I'm running around trying to please them, but none of them are actually real. They're just projections of myself and my fears and all the things I wish I would've done better. You're the only real person I have left, the only one who's more than a need or anger or disappointment. I don't know how to explain it, just that I feel less alive now than I ever have in a long time and I know you remind me what it feels like to have someone look at me and love me without wanting to be something else.
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Poesíamidnight thoughts from a girl who doesn't like following rules.
