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I was born with swollen feet
from pacing the floor of my mother's womb
trying to figure out whether
I was conceived far too soon.
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Told you.
.
People who fight
their battles alone
either lose the battle
or lose themselves.
How do you even fight
A battle that's in yourself?
To answer: It's impossible
I know
I'm giving up
It's a pity
That someone as pretty
As you
Could fall into depression
And look just
as good
SWEETHEART,

FOR SOME,
LOVE IS THE CURE.

AND

FOR SOME,
LOVE IS THE DISEASE.
Imperfection intertwined deeply within my roots
But with a smile like this, ah
Who's to say what perfection is anyway?
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