20260430 Poem by XinLan Zheng
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i seem to have a temper
it slowly leaks out through the cracks that appear past my facade
(they'll catch on soon)
like predicting a failed test paper i know my friends will get sick of me soon
they'll start to see the corrupt
this mind of mine isn't healthy
but what can i do! change is hard
there's comfort in the harm
and security in the alternative fate
it's escape either way
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