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I was born without my third finger
On my left hand.
I thought that I was weird
for the first 18 years
cuz i felt like I was missing
someone...
      
But every one was made
for a reason
and I guess my flaws were
too.....
Her body was fragile, her body was thin
Little did we know; she threw up in the bin.
It was all in her mind “pretty girls don’t eat”
And models themselves are always petite.
But there’s always a secret, a secret behind
The reason why these girls declined
The food they were offered and the drinks they were poured
And the high calories dishes were always ignored.
Dieting and pills became the norm
And the media portrayed it as a new art form.
But this “new art form” was a dangerous entity
And no one knew its true severity
Of this illness that gets in your head
And the sinister voices that want you dead.
But you listen to them as they’re your only friend,
The ones that will be there to the very last end.
Star Light, Star Bright wishing on a star tonight.. That my mind and that my soul comes to peace with those I know. My heart grows weary my mind never knows whoever I will meet whomever will ever go. I wish upon the star I see while gazing in the nightly sky.. which seems so dark with little light but all the stars are shining bright. I close my eyes to make a wish upon the star that shines on me.. that one day I'll find the peace I need to conquer all this negativity. I need a pure heart I need to be stress free.. I need someone to actually hold on to me... Star Light.. Star Bright I'll make my wish tonight I wish I could I wish I might wish upon the first star I see tonight.
I lead with my left,
And follow with the rest
Of my body.

React with the exact flow
Of my subconscious,
And come back later for the editing.

Life is not a boxing match,
But it feels like I’ve been
Fighting this and that.

Fist in hat and swiped it back
No magic tricks
To help me with it.

Just one thing to the next,
And I no longer reflect
What I expect.

I am just a wishing well
Of show and tell,
Pennies in, but only smoke come out again.
Every 'i' dotted and 't' crossed
Every word written and key thought
Every idea and random inspiration
Every tear dropped from sudden consternation
Everything always comes back to you
No matter how hard I try to make it through
You remain in the barracks of my brain
I wish your memory would stop driving me insane
But then again, you are what inspires
Don't leave, my pen would be without a writer.
Short and sweet
But you aren't short
And life's not sweet
But I'll try to be:
I miss you
Wish you
Missed me too
Since I've started carrying a Green Screen
With me everywhere I go
I've started seeing more action
Than I ever could possibly have known

If I find myself in a hurry
I just dawn my cape
Set the screen to the sky and fly
As the Man of Steel no worry unless I Green Screen Kryptonite

Now instead of going to the Office
I set up the Office in back of me
In the corner with a view a hot secretary or two
And a Boss that thinks the world of me

Whenever I need a vacation
I just push on this button right here
Whatever my mood to what spots I include
Could be the Swiss Alps or even The Riviera

And when I go out for a night on the town
In the comfort of my home
I make sure that the screen shows a lot of people with me
So that I never am alone

Yes, since I started carrying this Green Screen
With me everywhere I go
I've started seeing more action
Than I could ever possibly have known
Sadness, Pain
is temporary,
always  passes away...

Joy, Happiness
is temporary,
always passes away...

Kindness
is permanent,
people always
remember
an act of kindness...
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