I'm Bingo
Adrenalized optimist, exhausted of striving
Thrive to exist, fire lit surviving
Because working my light dim waists me
These Ray-Bans I’m behind don’t say embrace me
Optimistic in bright lip stick, no doubt
hugging thighs, a waist not cut out
Dedicated, perfervid, I am bingo
This tripod companion won’t say so
God saved this soul behind mascara
I work two jobs, in a carefree era
Composing songs, I'm frightened will never be heard
Captioned pictures on my instagram is all I have shared
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