felt manic,
twisted the door knob three times for no reason.
Panicked.
Bitten my nails off and bitten the lips till they're crimson.
blood boiling,
as i stand on the incandescent pan,
i act boring,
barely smiled a couple times, barely shaked a few hands.
oh covers,
i crawl in like imposter myself on my tip-toes,
sisters and brothers,
it's all hugging and petting, all playing the friends-foes.
damage control
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