embourgeoisé
“In a society that profits from you-r self doubt, liking yourself if a rebellious act.”
The people in my life:
I wish I could see them now. Give them a face.
I can’t remember the last time I enjoyed a moment with another person. Where I saw their lightness. Where I had the chance to connect.
Labels are tricky.
I wonder if he feel like more of a man when he puts me down. The moment where he knows that he has my face in the dirt. Ready to push me down a little further.
I still struggle to find my way out of this.
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She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
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