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i stare at mom's vanity while im crying on her bed

im there when you want to

rip out your

hair and scream ,

 

knees on the floor, your face is

in my hands  .

                          .

 

there seems to be glass everywhere

you look

and

you're crying ,

 

you can see it.

 

i dont know who told you i was dangerous --

but

 

i can only be so kind .

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Written by
unlovedprincess
Published
Jun 17, 2018
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who has ever thought about how i feel?

when i was little my mom had this vanity that was covered in mirrors and then draped with a cloth, and i have memories of trying to pull the cloth off to see the full thing, and also memories of being on her bed and being able to see myself where there were slits.

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