what has been found
They truly never go away.
April never feels promising anymore. I spend half of my time in front of a damning mirror.
Somehow, I continue to shape myself for eyes to see.
My belt would only get tighter and tighter. Everything I chased would come to bite me right back!
They wouldn’t be the ones to pass up a chance,
a promising chance to spit in my face. They’d love that, with either lust or aggression behind it.
They’ve already made up their minds about who I will be to them, and it’s all hidden behind a practiced smile.
But I already laid naked in those suffocating gray sheets, what else am I supposed to hide?
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