i’m not too crazy
but i’m not all well,
i’m not that smart
but i’m not dumb either.
i’m not the worst fuck he’s had
but i’m not the one he calls for seconds.
i’m not ugly
but i’m not worth writing songs about.
i’m not dirty
but i’m never clean.
i’m not a lie
but i’m no longer the truth.
i’m not dying,
i’m just losing shape.
in between.
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Author:
Yael Olalde-Garcia (
Online)
- Published: June 28th, 2025 05:29
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 1
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