I feel amazing.

But anxiety eats me.

There is something incorrect within me.
I'm always.
I'm always being pulled by something that turns my smile to venom.
I am confused by the fact that I am numb to most important things.
But at the same time, I am Young Little.

Young Little knocking on the neighbour's door.
South African blonde blue eyes.
I can't remember why.
But they said the word pussy.
I only thought of cats.
They told me it was more than that.

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