Kaitlyn Whitten

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I feel like I’m made of plastic I breathe and it doesn’t reach my lungs I eat and I don’t taste I cry and there’s no burn in my nose anymore I’m standing in the middle of a 4-way intersection and a car is coming at me and I have no idea which way to go. Is this how it was supposed to feel?
I Would Leave Me If I Could: A Collection of Poetry
by Halsey
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