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Painting 🖼️
I cannot be found looking at the painting too deeply.
As there’s a place where people like me go when the things they think are not believed – and I’m not going back, and it’d be my ticket there.

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Sing
When the audience doesn’t clap for my sad, sad tune. That I sing in monotone – blew through the microphone, like a wind so untouchable.
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Feverish in this shivering stance. Everyone’s supposed to stand still, but I’m shaking. But I guess, I’ve always been different – as long as I don’t fall.
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