( analysis ) | examination - prepared to fail

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I feel those void eyes monitoring me.
measuring my weight to justify
why I'm so burdensome.
smothering everyone who comes in my wake.
you say it's just me,
but they still a write futile analysis.
nothing is changing their impression.
I'm just walking a memory,
hoping that one day
I'm erased indefinitely.
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song inspo: nobody's favorite person, not even my own - carolesdaughter

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