Two lives
I sit under the desk,
arms around my knees
as she tears into me.
Tears run down my cheeks,
my body is shaking
I can't breathe.
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Sitting in the desk
staring at the ground
peircing words
I want to cover my ears
but I can't
I must respond.
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Two different memories
Same person
Everyone lives two lives,
a life on the outside
and a life on the inside.
Two sets of memories,
Two seperate places
at the same time.
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