short excerpt from a long, emotional, scribbled out passage i wrote in my science notebook. i dont know if it's all correct, because i was anxious and shaking and delusional. but it's my best try at deciphering what i was trying to say.
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ihatepoetry
i am lying to the pen and lying to the page.
and to myself.
faking something meaningful.
if i sound sad enough I have to be telling the truth.
right?
right.
of course.
that's how it goes.
how it works.
my hands are sweaty again