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by ana luiza Oct 13, 2024 category : Life, society / other
I don’t belong here, Not in this house, Not in this skin, Not in this body. I am a moth, Drawn to your light, only to perish. I mimic your smile, I mirror your fear. I wear a mask in the crowd, I am not here, Not with you. I dwell in a place far away, Though you still see me, reflected in your eyes.