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| Amandine Van Ray |
curious at my own change
validating the harsh sense of self
feeling lesser than what I am
tho I am loved so strongly by him
still struggle to see my worth
he assures me of abundance
yet I feel bankrupt
empty pocketed and sitting
on cardboard boxes beneath vents
to grip their warmth in my skin
admittedly I like my coldness
the frigidness of my protective veneer
keeps me from cracking deeper by
the pressure of unwanted emotion
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