
I am not real.
I am only ghost.
He said.
She said.
I never really was.
A tiny prick turns into a gushing river.
And hair so long, it wants to be trimmed.
I am not okay.
They said.
You said.
I never really was.
Blinded by myself.
My own eyelashes.
I am more than just my skin.
I said.
Me!
I AM MORE THAN JUST MY SKIN!
But yet...
I never really was...
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