I realized today on a ride back home at night that when you pretend too much the line between you and YOU blurs. Now I can't tell when I'm genuine or faking. When I see people a smile comes up naturally. And, I can't tell the difference. Maybe it's because I didn't feel anything when I smiled and laughed with them.
And just like that, one day, I will forget the real me... Wow. I can't wait for that to happen.
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A Letter
PoetryThis is my own personal shit that I have written. I will finish it here and maybe never return until I get into the same depressing shit again. Hits best when read using dark mode.
