sometimes I close my eyes, and I am in another person's body. She is in a mess, and she's hurting so so deeply, the scars are visible to curious eyes.
And then I open my eyes again, and I remember that person was never me.
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Feeling Sober[✔️]
Poetrycould I stay sober for you, love? *contains suicidal references
reliving
sometimes I close my eyes, and I am in another person's body. She is in a mess, and she's hurting so so deeply, the scars are visible to curious eyes.
And then I open my eyes again, and I remember that person was never me.