midnight cry


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i'm afraid of people.
they smell of dissatisfaction and anger.
they hurt me with their razor sharp words, they create tiger stripes in my skin.
i'm afraid of my friends.
their thoughts impacting me more than them.
their stares and compliments burning into my oh so fragile soul.
i'm afraid of myself.
my mind is hollow.
my world is made of paper mache.
my mouth is dry, cracked and dirty.
the soap in my eyes hurts, and makes me cry mercury.
i'm petrified.


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