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I have nothing to say
and desperately want to have something to say
something that’s good
give them something to talk about
facing the silence
while their eyes skim the pages
where I’ve left my skin bare
to be burned, like the pie I never get right
Because I guess I’ll never get it right
what even is right?
who decides?
creature of the tide
I follow the flow
what everyone says goes
I must be bad
but that’s all they wanted anyways.
Val Writes 