Cursed ~ Poetry

I hold my breath to see how close I come to a dream or somewhere in between
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Night falls carelessly and color is made to feel like something shameful
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So I build a barbie and paint her beautiful
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And I day-dream about a world that is faultless
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I’m tethered to a wish
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A hope for something tangible
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Mamma continuously tells me
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I’m pretty
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So I imagine and pretend
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You’s pretty she says
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And I still feel cursed
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And displaced
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By darkness