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Tough Love

Tell me that when you lay awake

at night


You don’t struggle with the dissonance

that plagues us all

What trite composure hides and denies

What lacklustre happiness you harbour

and believe

Oh, the pity

I hope you’re okay

But also go fuck yourself.

🎨/📷 by Calligraffiti, Hmmm, date unknown

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