146

sometimes it feels like
the world is keeping secrets from me
a magical potion everyone is taking
that make them more beautiful, intelligent
than me

some elusive clocking device
the more they hide, the more secure it becomes
I wonder if they confide in each other
their best kept con

I wonder if they think I have one, too

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