thirty-four.

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𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒙𝒕𝒉

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it's excruciating,
feeling all these feelings
and not saying a thing
so sometimes i feel like i'm
losing my mind
( or maybe all the time )

i wish i could tell you
how i feel
and i wish i could tell
my parents who i am

living in a lie
makes me want to cry
sometimes
( or maybe all the time )

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