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It’s all falling apart, smiles, masks, fake laughs.
I think it’s damaged; me, it, us, the world.
It’s all been white washed, distorted, removed,
going through the motion, miming, & mimicking.
We’re all puppets, hollow and dumb; Numb.
Hit me, break me, try to deface me.
If I can’t feel, am I dead? Am I real?
Cut me, does my blood flow? Is it dried up? Am I used up?
Shriveled and shrunk, red-brown gunk.
Falling apart, look inside, there’s nothing there.
And I try to breathe, try to see, but blind eyes blur.
It’s a white washed world, it’s broken, in the eyes of the damaged.
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About the Creator
Amanda Rose
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ | ᴀᴄᴛᴏʀ | ᴄᴏᴀᴄʜ | ᴏɴʟɪɴᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇs
ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ sᴘᴇᴀᴋᴇʀ | ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʀᴇɴᴇᴜʀ
https://amanda-rose.mykajabi.com
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