The hardest facts to swallow are eaten in silence.
Pulled apart pulled away from cravings.
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Dry waters, dry water, an illusion of quenching thirst.
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You make me feel uncomfortable and unwanted, I suppose it’s what I deserve, empty plate without spices just styrofoam to chew.
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You ask why I’m not excited well I’m not invited yet you play coy, smile and deny it.
You make me feel unsafe, sadly all I can do is blame my shortcomings, what shame, they’re all here.
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Dry.
Dry.
Parted parched lips reseal to hide hurt, you’ve revealed my worth.
Shame. All zeros here.
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