Oceans falling from my eyes, matching rainy skies. Must be what it feels like as your last hope dies.
I mourn not for myself but for everyone else unable to be themself. Trapped inside societies box, conforming, heteronorming.
Worried about what others think, my heart sinks for you.
You have one life, we all face strife, you shouldnt let the joneses knife cut and shape you to what they like.
We arent meant to be cookie cutter shape, all the same, never making a name for yourself.
Household names are known because they chose to be different, original, breaking out of their shells.

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ADHD mom who writes for fun...or out of frustration.

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