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Chewing Gum
You ever get this idea in your head. This menacing feeling chewing on your brain like that moment you decide to swallow your chewed gum. The insecurity that everything in your life is just plain wrong. You wake up fine or even happy yet with a smile upon your face you sit blindly scratching open your skin trying to survive your millions of thoughts. Someone ask if you're alright and you don't even think twice with an "I'm fine" response and part of you is not lying. You're okay. Just trapped in your own head space beginning to wonder if you're just dead weight and if so is it too late to become weightless and just float away. I wonder all the time if when I say I'm fine if secretly I'm screaming that I'm lying and if so can you see it on my face?
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Taylor Blackburn
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