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KISS & BLOG
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So in honor of life, I give to you,
the visual diary of blah |
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It's always the same feeling lingering in me.
Every single day, when I'm there.
The rhythm breaks every bond.
The melody shelters my fear.
I drown myself in tune.
Doubting, faking.
It's not me.
It's getting so hard to keep it real now.
Feels out of place, like I don't belong.
I'm just not a fan of plastic-ism.
Their pretence kills, seriously.
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