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Some nights I sit at my desk, wanting to write,
because I feel something's wrong with me -
tonight, for example.
My friend is texting me about
dressing up as zombie-soldiers,
but I'm sick of this bogus
Halloween spirit -
I've had enough of pretend.
I cannot write, but only think -
think about the past,
when I thought I knew the guy
I claimed to have fallen in love with,
but really my eyes and perception
tripped over a mask...
not a face.
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awww
*huggles* I love how raw this is.
It's so true that the whole hype of Halloween surrounds playing pretend; but sometimes, there's already enough of that going on. There's no real holiday for being yourself. I'm not sure exactly how it would play out, but that would certainly be quite interesting.
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thanks christina.
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Shredding emotion; but not overpowering.
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