She knows too much, and she’ll brag about it. About how many of my secrets she holds, all my disgusting wishes. She lays them on a tray and makes me look at them, she knows how to get me.
I want to run far, far away. But that won’t work, because she knows it all. She knows me because she is me.
Submitted: August 09, 2019
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Melancholic Wisdom
Ah, I can relate to this feeling well, wanting to get away from everyone, including yourself. The only person that you can never truly escape. Nice job, I like your writing :)
Sat, August 10th, 2019 7:15amAuthor
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Thank you so much :)
Wed, August 14th, 2019 11:21pm