Day 5: Banafsaj 100 days of writing


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“Disclaimer: I found this picture on tumblr today and thought how real and relatable this actually is.”

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He doesn’t wake up to soft music alarm anymore.. He wakes up to fire drill sounds that scare him out of his sleep.
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She doesn’t open her eyes first. She stretches her arms and shakes her shoulder slightly to shed off the beauty of her dream to the horror of reality.
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He inhales deep till his lungs inflate to fiery red and exhale hard the fumes of the dream.
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She puts pink on her cheekbones to hide the pale of her skin. Perhaps a flashing lipstick, maybe red, definitely not nude color today. She needs more color like she needs air.
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He puts on his whitest of clothes. Hides his darkness within. His watch, his pen. The perfect angel from every angel with a halo on his head. He smells of success musked with heavenly fruit.
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We all stop for a second in front of our mirrors to check the new reflection. We assess the perfection of the masks we groom our selves with every morning.
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Is this how we are supposed to live. Create a mask, survive, revive, & repeat.

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