twenty-three.

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𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆

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i wish not to be perceived
i'll see the real me in my dreams
looking at my face in the mirror
wish my real face would become clearer

everyone makes it so tiring
to figure out myself
each view is different,
and i don't know who i am

boy, girl, yes, no
i really don't know

i have told you a million times
and you still see me wrong in your eyes
yet every time i say i'm fine

this body isn't mine,
each part of it a lie—
a discordant rhyme

i want to disappear
why do i have so much fear?
wish who i am could just
magically appear
think i might smash the mirror

i miss feeling like everything was fine
now i'm running from this life
wondering if all this strife
will be worth it in the end

someone please let me out of my head

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