Coffee shop girl.
Vintage book shop girl.
Thrift store shoes type girl.
They can see it you know...the smudged eyeliner.
They can smell it on you too, the cigarettes, old paperbacks and some boys heavy cheap body spray.
Strange band name girl.
Not brand name girl.
Nervous in the knees girl.
You can’t keep buying your time, trying to be “different,” “weird,” “quirky”...
You can’t keep hiding, you know, in the fairytale stories and the reckless decisions just to feel something.
Dream girl.
I wanna scream girl.
Someone please save me girl.
The outward projection is just an attempt to run from the truth.
You don’t want to be a part of this reality...you never did...you never belonged.
Because in a world where every other person just wants to pick a emotional...mental...physical...fight it seems too hard to keep fighting.
It’s not because you want to be or feel different...it’s because everyone wants to make you be or feel different than them.
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