occasionally,
my classmates
would fill the empty spaces
either side of me
as i sat
in the corner
and ask me
are you okay?
'IS
WATER
FUCKING
DRY?'
my mind hissed in response
they walked away.
on certain days i just didn't have the energy to carve fake smiles onto my face. they'd probably end up looking crooked anyway...
its not so easy to perform plastic surgery on yourself
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men don't cry [Poetry]
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