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Learning to love my body is like trying to get comfortable in a rental home; no matter how often I rearrange things to look differently, it still doesn’t feel like my own.
Everybody loves a good mess
Until it's their turn to clean it up
And restoration is only appealing from afar

So I will fix myself
Without him.
The real reason
We'll never work out
Is that I'm into you
And you're into yourself.
I have always
Had a knack
For losing things
It's no wonder
You're gone.
My mouth is a cell
When it comes to you
Because the words
Are wanting to be free
But the metal bars
Won't let them out
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