pressing down on my eyes
I see new shoes
and toystores
the blinding colors of childhood
slowly disappearing
grown out nails
and unwashed hair
covered by perfume
that makes you sparkle
and a smile full of hidden teeth
because
braces
screams of what is right and what is wrong
will not leave my head
because I am chained to them
chained to whatever the hell
I'm doing with my life
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