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[From the Diaries]

Maybe,
this isn’t what being loved feels like.
Maybe this is what being trapped feels like.

There is so much I want to say, but the words won’t come out the way they need to. They sit heavy in my chest, refusing to form.

Am I just a pretty face in your possession?
Someone you won’t love properly, but also won’t let anyone else have?

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