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  May 2020 pea
Irene
almost is the saddest word there can be.

"he almost fell in love with me."
"we were almost together."
"i was almost good enough."

when you expect something to happen but it slips out of your reach just like that and it never comes back.
pea May 2020
ignore                                        
the marks, the stains
the pains
                                                pretend                                
i'm wiped clean
                                                               deleted                                          
off the screen
                                                                       conceal                                                                
my insecurities
                                                                 erase                                              
my disabilities
                                                                they hide                                  
my possibilities
                                                                    
  i only want them to  see                          
the better side

of me.

Everything seems            out           of                         place.
                                                
                                                                 The tears   i cry                                      
        
i now    disguise              
      
     being told

“you are not alone,”
                                                                                
Doesn’t keep me        

under control



have you got a clue?
                                                                what got you so blue?
how everyone else is perfect?
                                                                                                                                    unlike
you?
did anyone tell you that you're cute today? cuz you are!
pea May 2020
my demons are hidden
in the deep trenches of my being
kept away, sometimes leaking
so if someone tries to reach for it
all they will do is
               free
       fall
into a bubbling puddle
filled with shadows
but then escape silently
never to be seen
again.
i hope everyone is doing okay!

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