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Gladys.
I have my idiosyncrasies, my ups and downs.
I write whatever comes to mind, really,
whilst in the midst of figuring out who I am and my purpose in life.

xx

With smiles plastered,
Eyes glazed over.

We hold our heads up high,
shoulders back,
chest out.

Your fingers wrapped tightly around someone else’s waist,
My fingers curled around someone else’s arm.

Hearts forcibly beating for another,
nothing could’ve felt more wrong than this.

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