okay.

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in my life, i tried being a part of a 'we',
but it always ended up in a 'me',
and then i died,
living as a pushover in someone else's life,
i think i can act as being okay with that as always,
when i truly am not.

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-i know i've been writing about death and sadness, wanna write something happy but yeah... nothing happy is coming to my mind while writing these poems. but i'm so happy irl , trust me-

-do mention your thoughts 💭-

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