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wake up, crystallizing you're hungry, but not for food -- no never that maybe for love, or people but isn't needing weak and you don't need wake up, realizing you're tired of life, of this fight now wonder how on earth did you end up as this girl -- broken wake up, determining the exact lifespan of a shadow or shadow girl and how many years before you fade, in the morning light, vanish wake up, admiring those who truly live who walk talk, eat and smile tell me -- wouldn't you like to be that way too wake up, cannonising models everything you'll never be and that you want but someday soon you'll have to let it all fall away grow up wake up, fantasising of satisfaction without the guilt and pain of not starving not relying on hurt letting people care wake up, promising a new start the sun will rise and you with it you'll eat talk, breathe in the summer air won't burn -- is this it wake up, reveling in knowing you haven't sunk -- aren't giving up follow the plan cut loose your puppet strings be real wake up, deciding it is time accept your scars, be better but is this true can you, or is this just another false dawn © Tara India.
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Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 11:30 AM UTC
Turning points
wake up, crystallizing you're hungry, but not for food -- no never that maybe for love, or people but isn't needing weak and you don't need wake up, realizing you're tired of life, of this fight now wonder how on earth did you end up as this girl -- broken wake up, determining the exact lifespan of a shadow or shadow girl and how many years before you fade, in the morning light, vanish wake up, admiring those who truly live who walk talk, eat and smile tell me -- wouldn't you like to be that way too wake up, cannonising models everything you'll never be and that you want but someday soon you'll have to let it all fall away grow up wake up, fantasising of satisfaction without the guilt and pain of not starving not relying on hurt letting people care wake up, promising a new start the sun will rise and you with it you'll eat talk, breathe in the summer air won't burn -- is this it wake up, reveling in knowing you haven't sunk -- aren't giving up follow the plan cut loose your puppet strings be real wake up, deciding it is time accept your scars, be better but is this true can you, or is this just another false dawn © Tara India.
to recover, or to relapse? are my promises real or just breaths of air?
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Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 11:30 AM UTC
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