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Dear World,

I am made of glossed-
over lies and moth-eaten
paintings. I am built of
broken paper cups and
repainted false walls and
you can't know me because
I won't let you.

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Dear World,

I have insignificant worries
and unsorted feelings that
knot my insides. I have
tangled thoughts stuck on
infinite repeat. I have poor
articulation and I just can't
seem to focus.

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Dear World,

We are not the same, you
and I. We are not alike and
I wish you would stop trying
to package me because I am
not a perfect square and I
will never fit.

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Dear World,

You can't fix everything.

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Dear World,

I don't understand what's
happening. I don't know
where I'm going. I don't -
I can't -
I -

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Dear World,

Maybe it isn't that you
don't know me, but that
I don't know you.

I'm sorry.