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If
I could keep writing you poems you'll never read

Or I could put my pen down and bandage my own heart

Either way, I would still lose because I wouldn't have you
Convince me of my beauty
I'll retort with my blemished being
And accept not the superfluous comments

There's great reason
Behind my distaste for empty compliments
You may believe you have given me a gift
But it's really just a reminder
That I am not what people say
That I will not be what I wish
That I need others to remind me of my worth
When in reality
There is no real worth that I need to be reminded of.
Eating less and less,
exercising with no rest,
is this happiness?
I don't want you to look me in the eyes because I can't look myself in them.
I get lost in my own searching for something but I can never find anything.  
I don't want you to get lost.
I wouldn't be able to sleep knowing that you can't find your way back.
This isn't the same boy
No one truly knows how you feel except you,
but who knows what tomorrow will bring?
When life is beating you black and blue;
remember: there is beauty in even the worst of things.
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