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My feet hurt,

turned red from the heels I wear like a declaration,

toes swollen red and tight.

My face is caked in a mask,

the make-up painting another face over my own,

pink-cheeked and dampened forehead,

eyes heavy from the weight of night.

My eyes burn,

stinging like a fire and watering,

imprints pressed into my eyelids from the spotlight.

My jaw hurts, 

exercised by the laughter

as my friends pick a mock fight.

My thoughts are clear and joyful,

happy because somehow,

this feels just right.

I can't contain my smile,

because somehow, 

these swollen feet,

these fake faces, 

these stinging eyes,

these ridiculous fights,

these endless nights,

somehow they feel just right,

somehow they feel like home.

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