By Mac Guerreiro Eye resist the urge to look them up,Why look to what eye could never be?Just when Eye’m getting comfortable,Comfortable being me,Naturally,“Foolish girl”Foolish indeed,Thinking you can escape the chains of this society,Its mentality,It’s rules,And boundaries,Foolish indeed to resist,Now it feels impossible to persist.


By Mac Guerreiro Sometimes this all feels temporary yet more temporary than most things,Sometimes it feels like borrowed time,Sweet, sweet time it is yet borrowed nonetheless,Voices shyly whisper in the depths, reminding me of my fears,Their whispers let me know Eye’m not here,Burrowed in my head eye come up for air, yet Eye’m still neck-deep …

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