Snake biteA Poem by hypochondrita.faking joy won’t save you, kid all that positive self talk won’t erase the bad you did pretending is easy excuses the trial no more than glorified denial endings are tempting beginnings, a delight though only mere details of the dilemma in sight a cover is no way to win snakes shed their old skin but only after they’ve lived inside an identity worn with pride aware of its highs aware of its lows that’s what it feels like to grow. © 2021 hypochondritaReviews
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