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McKenna 1m
Bead of tears
Strung on a string
Wore around my neck
It’s to tight
Can barely breathe
Breath is ragged
Eyes are closed
Curled into a ball
Or pacing around
If you calm down
No one will know
Cover you mouth
So no one can hear
McKenna 21h
I remember the day
When we were in the car
You put on a song
From your favorite band
I pretended to know the lyrics
So you wouldn't feel disappointed
I listened as you talked
Talked and talked and talked
About how you loved this band

I listened to that song
Over and over and over again

I still listen to the song
And it brings me to tears
Because I miss the way you where
I miss being daddy's little girl
But it's ok
Because I have my song
I have our song

And everytime I play the song
I remember the day in the car.
McKenna 21h
Living in a cruel world
That eats confidence for breakfast
And snacks on self esteem
Builds up people like them
To break down people like her
Of course shes going to question herself
If you looked like her
She laughs off remarks
About her own insecurities
Because therapists don't cry
And neither do clowns
Only if they hurt themself–
To get a laugh from the crowd
Laugh at her clumsiness
Yet they never know
Its a sign of her lack of care
For the life she's forced to live,
And the wish she's never promised

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